#she’s a little bashful but trying not to overthink it

[paintedpeeta]

so nowwww I wanna know how you think that conversation happens; the "hey Peeta ... did you maybe wanna have kids?" conversation

(also, I completely forgot about the toastbaby braid munching and I'm so weak rn)

i think it would be a very non-extravagant, classically blunt katniss statement. it’s totally out of the left field, and they’re probably doing something extremely mundane like chopping vegetables up for dinner or folding laundry. it’s something that she’s mulled over for a long time in her head, but that still doesn’t make it any easier to broach the subject - especially because i think she’d be particularly conscious that it’s something he wants so badly and so she wouldn’t want to mess it up.

i genuinely think she’d just come out with it, like “i think we should have a baby.” or something else along those lines. very much on the noise and to the point, while she continues with her task at hand and he absolutely freezes before cautiously resuming whatever he was doing. “that’s not funny, katniss.”, perhaps slightly huffily as he assumes she’s pulling his leg because it’s just so... unexpected. but, he’d pretty quickly realise that she isn’t teasing him, and she’d reassure him of that much.

i don’t think that would be the final conversation on the matter by any means, because i think they would have a lot of things to discuss and work through even before they started actively trying to get pregnant, but it’s certainly a start. he would worry that she might be feeling pressured into it because she knows that he wants to be a father, and she’d always have the lingering fear in the back of her head about something out of her control happening to her (as of yet unborn) child.

and i also think that peeta’s potential apprehension to bring a child into the world is so overlooked in comparison to katniss (which, in my opinion, is too often interpreted as her simply not wanting to be a mother). peeta had a less than ideal childhood and grew up in an abusive home, and that’s before you take into the account everything he went through in the games and as part of his captivity. he would, i’m certain, worry about what kind of a parent he would be and also worry about how the things he/katniss went through would affect their children. these are all things that they would have to deal with and discuss before they made that final decision, but you know by the point that katniss (not so subtly) tells him that she’s ready to start a family her mind has long since been made up.

[daniswoso]

Mean.

DVD x Reader

Summary: Daan sort of terrifies you, eventually you learn you had no reason to be scared.

Warnings: Swearing, gay panic, minor crisis No hate to Ellie and Daan’s current relationship or either of them I adore them!!!, overthinking (sort of?), reader and Daan being oblivious, use of Y/N.

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You and Danielle had been teammates for the past 3 months. You however wouldn't consider yourselves friends.

You don't know why, you don't know when, but you just automatically assumed Danielle hated you. Maybe it was the way she'd have an unreadable expression on her face when you'd speak French to your other teammates. Or the way she'd absolutely show no mercy during matches or training.

The amount of times you had been on the receiving end of an angry Danielle Van De Donk in training, well... you had lost count, you just knew they hurt.

Today was a team bonding day at Ada's house, nothing too serious, just you and all the girls from Lyon sat around playing fifa and being competitive little shits.

However, it was just your luck you arrived late. And that the only available seat was the one next to the woman you swore hated you.

But you took it, despite being shit scared of her.

Everything was going well, you didn't necessarily speak to each other that much, only exchanging one word at a time. The dutch woman clearly not up for conversation, with you at least. But she was certainly up for it with the blonde on the other side of her, Ellie Carpenter.

You don't know why on Earth it bothered you so much. The way Ellie looked at Danielle with a lovesick expression, the way she'd laugh a tad too hard at her jokes, the way she'd hang off her every word. It annoyed you to no end, and you didn't know why. Which only made you more annoyed.

Which then led to you heading into Ada's kitchen, trying to not throw the glass you were pouring wine into at the wall out of frustration.

Why the hell was this bothering you so much? You were terrified of the woman! You had seen the way she tore her opposition apart on the pitch. You had seen the way she tackled so fiercely. You had seen the way her muscular arms flexed as she was in the gym, the way she panted after a heavy training session.

Holy shit. You were scared of her. But it was maybe possible that you like liked her too? You weren't sure, and that was a whole can of worms you had no intention of opening in the middle of Ada's fucking kitchen.

You're snapped out of your thoughts by none other than the brunette herself, looking down at you with wide, concerned eyes.

"You okay?" She asks, she was actually speaking to you.

"Yeah, just reconsidering life choices and pretending not to hate myself and the feelings I have." You chuckled awkwardly, hoping it would come off as a joke rather than you over sharing. You gulped nervously as the joke fell flat, only getting a concerned slightly judgemental look from Danielle, downing the remainder of your wine.

"Okay, Y/N, maybe you should slow down with the alcohol." She chuckled, although there was an underlying concern to her tone as she removed the wine glass from your hand gently. She offered you a bashful smile, which you returned; hoping it didn't come off as a grimace.

You stand there in not-quite-awkward but not-quite-comfortable silence for a moment, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet.

She sniffs and wipes her nose, smiling at you awkwardly.

"So.." You say, dragging out the 'o' sound.

"So." She replies, much less dragged out than you did.

"I think I'm gonna go home." You smile awkwardly, moving to grab your bag.

She grabs your arm, turning your back around to look at her.

"I could come with you? Get a cup of coffee?" She offers, before adding to it in a nervous ramble, "If you want to that is! If not it's totally fine!" she stammers before shutting up at the sound of your laugh.

"Sure, Danielle." You replied.

“Please. Call me Daan, Y/N/N.” She smirks.

"You know," you say after a beat of silence that followed the dying down laughter, "when I first met you, I thought you were mean." You laugh, shaking your head.

Danielle looks slightly shocked, her brows furrowing before she grinned, "Well, I hope I've proved you wrong."

You laugh, nodding. "You have."

She smiles triumphantly and you go back to eating your pastries in comfortable silence.

"So, what about me made you think I was mean?" She bemusedly asked, raising an eyebrow.

You thought for a moment, before your face softened and you shrugged, "I don't actually know. I mean, your confidence and your work ethic alongside how you play on the pitch? Jesus that's fucking terrifying. But I don't know why I was scared of you off the pitch, or why I thought you were mean."

You both laugh, "Alright, anything else?" She snickers before taking a sip of coffee.

"Ah! There's also that face you make when I speak French with the others, it's like you're judging me." You laugh, you swear your abs are getting more defined with how hard you've laughed in the past 30 minutes.

"What! No! I wasn't judging you! I was jealous of you!" She laughs loudly, before your fits of giggles came to an end, "And it's incredibly attractive." She murmurs quietly, quiet enough you don't hear her.

"What?" You hum.

She sighs, "And you're so attractive when you speak French." she mutters, cursing slightly as heat rises to her cheeks.

"You... You think I'm attractive?" You grin as she nods, using your index and thumb to pull her head up, making her look at you. "If it helps I think you're pretty fit too." You laugh softly as her eyes light up.

"Y/N?" She asks quietly.

"Yeah, Daan?" You ask, your breath hitching as she leaned in.

"I like you." She admits.

"I like you too."

Silence, but only for a moment.

She leans in, her lips moving against yours, almost as if they were a perfect fit against your own. Well, at least she didn't hate you.

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A/N: hi! sorry for not posting much, but here’s something while i write up some part 2’s (and 3’s!) of stuff :)

[ghastlyfilters]

BETRAYAL !

— “AND I HELD YOUR HAND THROUGH ALL OF THESE YEARS, BUT YOU STILL HAVE.. ALL OF ME.”

pairing; billy loomis x fem!reader

summary; what if your biggest betrayal was by someone you’d held the hand of for so many years? billy loomis was supposed to be a pleasant never ending dream, not a soon to be distant memory turned into your one, true nightmare. (reader is replacing the role of sidney)

author’s note: HI. (i was half asleep whilst writing this and found it in my drafts. fuck knows where i was going with it. after reading it, i’m gonna guess it’s something about the whole ‘betrayal’ thing and the reader not knowing the darker truth behind billy’s motive if he is actually the killer? little does she know lmao. but anyway, take this whilst i go finish some requests and write other content. more reqs are open as always. even when i’m busy, i like writing requests here and there. or i’ll leave them for a bit and come back to em! enjoy this fic that i honestly don’t know why my half asleep self wrote💀)

PLEASE DON’T READ IF MENTIONS OF BETRAYAL, DEATH, OR ANYTHING HORROR RELATED AFFECTS YOU!!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

A shiver ran down your spine as flashbacks of hearing about the deaths of Casey Becker and Steve Orth came creeping back into your head. Had the killer intended for you to be next? Or were you just another random teen fit into this psycho’s cruel joke.

Everything was happening all too fast. Yes, you were now sat in Woodsboro police station after being taken in for your own safety. But did you truly feel safe?

No.

“Y/n?” A voice called out.

“Y/n??”

You quickly snapped out of your unpleasant thoughts, looking up to see Deputy Riley standing over you, holding out a small cup of water.

“Thanks, Dewey.” You whispered with a weak smile, accepting the water and placing it down beside you.

Dewey let out a small sigh as he put a hand on your shoulder. “Try not to overthink things, hm? We’ll have this all sorted out soon enough.”

You ran a hand through your hair, wincing at the sickly feeling you had in the pit of your stomach. You’d been incredibly nauseous ever since you arrived at the station. No wonder. You were probably still in shock after the events of tonight.

“Y/n, please. If you stress you’ll just make yourself even more shaken up than you clearly already are. Do you want me to get the nurse to check you over again?” Dewey asked.

“No, it’s alright. I’ll be fine.”

Dewey gave you a small pat on the back as he cleared his throat, slowly beginning to walk away.

“I’ll take you and Tatum home soon, kay?” He said, turning around one last time before heading back over to Sheriff Burk.

You resumed to wandering back into deep thought. Yeah, you were shaken up from the whole ‘killer’ part of tonight, but that wasn’t what hurt most.

Billy.

His name was beginning to feel like a distant memory, waiting for you to finally let go of.

‘Expect the unexpected,’ Most would say. But had you really imagined the one whom you thought you could trust the most would dare to hurt you?

Never.

After fighting for your life as the suspected killer tried to make it come to a brutal and bloody ending, Billy came out of nowhere, sneakily checking up on you every night as he had done for the past two years.

His timing was off. Way, WAY too off.

But the minute that damn phone fell out his pocket, you felt your heart stop immediately.

One hour ago, 34 Elm Street:

He was after you.

He was after YOU.

You yelped as Woodboro’s newly, anonymous killer made his move on you. He viciously kicked you to the floor with his large black boots, ready to gut you any second now.

Struggling, you desperately tried to pick yourself up, but it was no use. The killer grabbed a fistful of your hair, bashing your head against the laminate.

All you could think about was your upcoming cruel ending. How you were not going to see the ones you loved ever so dearly again. Tatum would never get to have late night movie sleepovers with you, Stu wouldn’t be able to make you giggle with his constant cheesiness, Randy and his little sister couldn’t ever see that bright smile of yours again whenever you’d go over to their house, and Billy, oh, Billy..

Your Billy.

You’d never get the chance to hear that soft voice of his ever again, almost as light as feathers themselves. The feeling of his undying love would soon be nothing. All the blissful memories you once shared were about to be over. Forever.

Finally, the monster behind the mask raised his sharp blade above you, ready to finish you off once and for all.

You quickly pushed him off you, sending the killer flying to the wall. Adrenaline had began to kick in. You couldn’t just be so defenceless and let him end you like that! You HAD to see your loved ones again. And you made sure this fucker wouldn’t prevent you from doing that anytime soon.

Quickly scrambling to the front door, you rattled the chain only to find it locked. Fuck. He could easily get back up in time whilst you tried to fix the lock. It wasn’t worth it.

Without hesitation, the killer got back up once again, launching himself at you. You ducked under him as he had clumsily managed to get his Buck 120 knife stuck in the door.

You headed for the stairs but knew he was hot on your heels. It didn’t take long for you to reach your bedroom, running over to the phone beside your bed desperately trying to dial 911.

“Shit!” You cursed. That bastard was still on the other end of the line.

Your only option was to contact them through the shitty computer you’d had for years now. The thing was slow, but you hoped it would be fast enough for you to alarm the police in time.

You whipped your head around only to see that the masked murderer was.. gone?

Before you could even stop and think for a moment, Billy rushed up to your window, climbing into the room. Oh dear god, it was like your prayers had finally been answered.

“Billy!” You breathed deeply, rushing towards him as if you were a small, frightened animal looking for your mother.

“I heard screaming,” Billy panicked. “The door’s locked. You all right?”

He watched you struggle to breathe properly out of pure fear. Fast, uneasy breaths. You clung to him, not letting go. Your sharp nails digging into his back. Not that he was bothered, that is.

“The killer’s here. He’s in the house! He’s in the house, he’s got a knife!” You cried, breathing in Billy’s cologne and masculine scent.

“He’s gone.” Billy said with a faint whisper, shushing you as you whimpered in his ear. “He’s gone, it’s alright.”

You were safe. You were in Billy’s arms for crying out loud! Everything was going to be fine.

A crash was heard as something had fallen out of your lover’s pocket, heading straight to the floor. You slowly turned your head around, staring directly at the item that had fell.

The phone.

You felt your throat close as it gave you that sickening, nauseating tingle you’d always hated. Your heartbeat became slower and slower. All you could do was stay in Billy’s arms, frozen out of fear before realisation truly hit.

Billy could feel the difference in your bodily functions, and cocked his head as you looked at him in horror, backing away.

“What?” He asked, his tone concerned.

You stared at your lover with pure disgust. Watching as he grew more and more confused. Your mind and mouth did not respond to his series of questions, demanding to know what was wrong and why you were looking at him with such terror.

Everything appeared to soon be ignored as you were only focused on one thing and one thing only.

Betrayal.

Your heart rate finally picked back up again, causing you to run out of the room. Billy followed behind, but you didn’t care. It wasn’t now until he realised you weren’t just running away, you were running away from HIM.

“Whoa, whoa, wait, wait! Wait, Y/n, wait!” Billy yelled, now full on going after you to get his answer.

You managed to get halfway down the stairs before he stopped chasing you, you could hear him screaming for you at the top of the staircase, leaning heavily onto the banister.

“Wait, wait, wait, WAIT! What’s going on?”

Your heart was in your throat whilst you could not believe what was happening right now. Too much, too soon.

“Y/n, come back!” He shrieked.

“Y/N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Now, Woodsboro Police Station:

Tears welled up in your eyes as those dark memories of tonight replayed, ones that would never quite leave your head.

“Y/n!” The same voice from your flashback called.

You looked up, slightly wincing at who you saw through the window of Sheriff Burk’s office.

Him.

Billy stared intensely at you from afar through the glass, his eyes filled with nothing but anger and never ending thoughts of confusion.

Yet, something else hid behind those eyes. A dark type of mystery you weren’t ready to know yet.

It was as if your lover felt the same feeling of betrayal you were experiencing yourself. But not betrayal because you’d suspected it was him trying to kill you, something else that was far different. Something worse.

I mean, you hadn’t did anything, right? It was Billy who had made himself look as guilty as he did. Far too suspicious for anyone to believe for the time being. Yet, his aura practically told you he showed no signs of guilt..

You began to sweat nervously as he continued to stare. What if, it truly had nothing to do with Billy? Had timing been your saviour tonight? Was he innocent enough to prove he had only arrived to your house to see you again?

A darker truth lay untold for now. The feeling of betrayal was mutual, but something else just told one a devious message about the other.

Something was coming.

Something, bad.

Something that in reality, was already here..

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[takenbypeter]

First Impressions

Bucky Barnes x reader

Words: 540

Number 8: “She’s so pretty it makes me want to punch myself.”

The question came out of nowhere like a left hook, though to be fair Bucky probably would’ve been more prepared, with a left hook.

“What was the first thought you had when you first saw me?”

You and Bucky had gone through a lot together, both before and also during your relationship. Being with them and for so long you knew that certain conversations weren’t always easy for Bucky whether it be because he couldn’t find the right words, or because he’s still getting used to letting people in after all those years. But, despite what it may have seemed to others, Bucky actually enjoyed those conversations. It was a special talk shared between only the two of you. But like always he was never prepared.

You wait patiently, the seconds going by. With each tick that passed on the clock, Bucky could feel himself overthinking the question and you could tell too.

“I know you don’t always particularly enjoy these conversations, and I’m not trying to hear a cute answer, I want you to honestly tell me, what was the first thing that you thought when you saw me?”

Buck’s cheeks tug a little, proving him to remember something as he thought about that first time, but his head shook from side to side as he made an expression one could only call bashful.

“Here, I’ll go first,” you’re already grinning like a kid who has candy hidden somewhere in their room. “I remember the first time I saw you, you were making that stoic expression that you do, the one where your eyebrow creases in the middle, and I just remember thinking, ‘wow, that is one handsome guy,’ and I immediately thought you were the most attractive man I have ever laid eyes on.”

If only you could turn a mental image into an actual photo, because then you could always get to look at the expression he was making as he shook his head in absolute embarrassment, but you continued. “And then I met you and you ruined it by being a dick. But then I learned you had a tiny good reason to being a dick but that didn’t change how good looking you were. And then you calmed down and we got closer and I’m grateful that we did,” you say, pressing your mouth against the scratchy stubble that outlined his cheek.

“Okay I told you my silly version, now what about yours?”

Grin still present on his lips he rolled his eyes before letting out a little breath. “When I first met you I didn’t think anything. You were a short moment in my life and I honestly didn’t care if I ever saw you again,” he paused while you gave him a winced smile, “ouch, little harsh.”

“But then I saw you again. And again and then the thought came to mind that you’re so pretty it made me want to punch myself. And I remember being so terrified of that thought,” Bucky paused again feeling the soft contact of your hand resting against his hand.

“But now I’m not so terrified.”

“Buck you are too precious, do you know that?”

There it was again, that precious smile that you loved so much.

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Dialogue Prompts

[the-knucklesverse]

Deep Thoughts

something something Boom is feeling bad about himself because he's not smart in his world. Dark sees an opportunity - if this idiot is starting to recognize his failing, this may be something he can use to his advantage.

He slithers up to Boom and starts whispering in his ear, reinforcing the idea that his friends there aren't REALLY his friends, and that the other Knux's don't REALLY understand what he's going through

It's making Boom feel so much worse, because when Dark says it, it's giving his thoughts validity. Dark's just about to go in for what he hopes is the final push to get Boom to draw on the ME's energy, when he's hit with an ice cold stream of water.

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"I'm gonna muzzle you and chain you to that corner if I see you slithering around the others like a demented slug again, Dark," Callie said as she came over to them. She gave Dark another squirt with her Super Soaker. "Get your ass back to your corner, you wrinkly crank."

Dark actually hissed at her, but returned to his corner of the Sanctuary. Callie hissed back, giving him another squirt as he retreated for good measure.

She turned to Boom, a little smile on her lips. "How's my Boomie? What was that overripe banana whispering in your ear, hmm?" She sat next to him, pressing her shoulder against his. "C'mon. Talk to me."

Boom shook his head, heaving a deep sigh. "Just telling me what I already know."

"Oh really? And what might that be?"

"That I'm an idiot. Back on my world, without the Master Emerald, I can't think straight. My brain . . ." He tapped his forehead with his fingers. "It's like it's all fuzzy. Like I'm dizzy all the time. I'm just . . . I'm stupid."

Callie considered this, leaning against him more. Physical touch was a good way to provide comfort to a Knuckles (at least to those comfortable with physical touch), so she made sure to keep contact with him as much as she could. "And this bothers you."

He turned to her, brow furrowed. "Of course it bothers me! Why wouldn't it? I'm a complete moron on my world! Wouldn't that bother you?"

"I guess it depends. Does it bother you while you're on your world?"

Boom blinked. He thought for a moment, before shaking his head. "No. But, idiot, remember? I'm too stupid to know how stupid I am."

"So it only bothers you when you're here. When you think back on how you act there. Right?"

"It's only when I'm here that I realize just how dumb I am there. It's embarrassing. My friends think I'm an idiot, and I prove them right every time I open my mouth."

"They must not like you, then." She shook her head. "If you're that dumb, they must hate hanging around you."

He jerked in her direction. "No! They . . . they like me. They invite me places and like hanging around me. I think."

"Then they must not trust you to help them when they need it. Like when they're fighting your Eggman. Probably run off and leave you behind because they know you'll just mess up and be more trouble than you're worth."

"No! We fight Eggman together all the time! I bash his bots something good, and we all work really well together."

"Hmmm," she said, furrowing her brow as she thought. "So then they're mean to you and like to see you mess up so they can laugh at you."

He gaped at her, brows pinched in upset. "Callie, my friends aren't mean! They don't laugh at me like that!"

She looked over at him, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Then why does it bother you if you're different there than you are here?"

"Because I can't think straight there! I can't focus or concentrate or put my thoughts in order like I can here!"

A little smile curled her lips. "Take it from someone who overthinks like it's her job. Sometimes it's nice to not have a bunch of thoughts rattling around in your head, being distracting and anxiety inducing and overall annoying when you're trying to do other things."

"That's not the point," he said, planting an elbow on his knee and perching his chin in his hand. "You don't understand."

"No, I understand. But I don't think you're looking at it the right way." She leaned against him a little more, placing a hand on his arm. "Boom, you have friends who care about you on your world. They don't seem to care that you're not the sharpest knife in the drawer. They love you for who you are. They accept you for who you are. That should matter for something."

He was quiet for a moment, before looking over at her. "Even if I'm dumb as a rock?"

She shrugged. "That's the Boom they know. That's the Boom they love. I know it bothers you, and I'm not saying it shouldn't. I'm just saying that as long as you're loved and cared for and accepted by your friends . . . maybe it’s okay that you’re different. They're there to take care of you, even if you're not at your best." She looked out over the Sanctuary, at the other Knuckleses. "And maybe you can take solace in the fact that when you're here, you are so smart and pulled together that you can take care of all of them."

The furrow in his brow smoothed, and he looked out at the other Knuckleses for a moment, before turning back to her. "You really think that?"

She smiled, pulling him toward her to press their foreheads together.

"I really think that. We all play different roles to different people in our lives. Back on your world, you need a little caring. But here, you take care of others. It's just the way things go."

He smiled, a little chuckle rumbling from his chest. "Yeah, I guess so." He reached up and cupped the back of her neck to pull her against him a little firmer. "Thanks, Mom."

"Anytime, sweetie."

~~ Qwerty

[ghostykapi]

hi there :3 i really enjoy reading your works! can i request angsty with tzuyu? <3

mamser do u want me to cry

I wish I knew [you wanted me]

tzuyu & fem!reader // angst + fluff

no angst only for my beloved. i will cry

"when you said you had plans in mind" sana looked over at you, who was simply curled up in bed with blankets draped all over you "i didn't think that wallowing in sadness would be one of them"

here you were, a childhood friend of mintazoski sana and also one of twice's beloved friends, crying over the fact that you lost your chance at confessing to your crush, chou tzuyu.

"sana I love you but" you mumbled into the pushie dinasour that tzuyu got for you from a trip abroad "let me have this and cry over it like how I cry over my deadlines"

as much as she loves you, she wants to make a comment on how that happens at least bi-weekly, but decides that it's better to comfort you instead

"y/n/n" she sits down on your bed, letting her hand pat your head in comfort "it's simply not to late to confess you know"

"well it feels like it" you couldn't get rid of the image out of your head, the way tzuyu smiled at a person confessing to her and the way she giggled at their bashful attitude

you knew you could be overthinking it through, afterall it looked like she had politely rejected them. still, you weren't there to see till the end the moment. you looked away the moment your world dimmed and tried to focus yourself on sana's new story on how she lost another wallet again.

sana had always known of your crush on her member, yet she couldn't blame you, not when you had your spark back into your eyes when you figured it out. she had missed your burning flame and now that it's being drowned out by bad thoughts. even though it hurts, she has to see once more the light slip bit by bit from your eyes.

"you know" you look up at her, and sana swears she hears her heart break just bit on how tired and broken you looked "it's funny, I really thought she liked me too"

"why's you say so?" she asks you, wiping away the tears of your cheek

"it's like you and jihyo" you explain, your tears not stopping but that doesn't stop sana from continuously wiping them away "it's like how you look at her like she created heaven and how she looks at you like you're her star"

yes, sana and jihyo together as a couple. for as long as you knew jihyo from when you met her, it was a pleasant surprise to see her all sweet and loving to your childhood friend. it was, what you would like to call, an unexpected bloom of love.

"I thought" you don't hear your door slightly opening and hushed whispers quieting down "I saw her, even just for a bit, look at me like I was her everything and I didn't know what to feel. I didn't know if she noticed that because I saw her reflection in a mirror looking back at me like that and—i just— I don't know it was—"

you pause your rambling, seemingly scared to say anything after you cut of yourself, and yet sana sits right beside your curled up form, ready to listen to what you want to say out loud.

"it made me feel seen" your voice wavers a bit, the emotions and feelings of tonight finally making its true impact on you "it made me feel like even after all these years, I had a chance of love. even if they wouldn't approve of it back at home, then it wouldn't matter because she loved me enough to look at me like that"

you don't even register sana shifting positions to give you a hug, your tears damping her shoulder but she clings on. ready as ever to give you the comfort you deserve

"I don't know sana" you croak out, tired from all the crying already "I'm so scared that she won't notice me like how I notice her"

"trust me" sana pulls away and looks at you in the eyes and wipes your tears away "when I say that I've never seen anyone notice you like our tzuyu does"

that night you try to peacefully sleep with little success, even if sana had stayed beside you the whole night, sharing comfort and reassurance. it was painful to try and navigate your dreams too, seemingly giving you a miserable time even when you sleep.

so when you wake up, you were quite surprised to see tzuyu spooning you from behind instead of sana. her arms securely around you, as if to try and sheild you from everything that has hurt you.

you couldn't move for a while out of shock, and once you did move, you only moved to turn around and snuggle into her, your face in the crook of her neck and your arms wrapping around her waist.

"you're awake" tzuyu sleepily mumbles after a while, her arms tightening her hold around you to ensure that you get closer to her

you hum in reply, trying to get your heart to stop beating faster by the second and the butterflies in your stomach from exploding more.

"y'know, I always thought that you looked like an angel" she softly says, her fingers now playing with the tips of your hair "the prettiest one to ever set foot in my life"

"but when I saw this angel, look so broken last night, I didn't know what to do. why was my angel crying? then when sana unnie explained everything after cornering her down, I suddenly feel bad. I made my angel cry"

damnit sana

"and to hear that I was the cause of you crying I—" she stops herself before her voice had started to break "—i didn't know what to do"

you pull away from your embrace, only to find her eyes already ready to shed more tears. this had you fumbling to assure her, and to keep those tears from falling down

"it's not your fault" you give her a weak smile, your hands coming up to her face to stop the tears from falling "if anything, it's mine. I shouldn't have kept this from you for so long but I was scared, I didn't know what to do"

"I should have known" you can hear the frustration and pain in her voice "I should've seen in through your actions and your eyes"

"it's ok" you reassure her, as the tears damp your fingers but that doesn't matter. not when the person you love is hurting "it's ok, you didn't know and that's alright. I was the one who kept if from you for so long. it's alright even if you don't love me back—"

she doesn't let you even finish that sentence as she cuts you off with a kiss, destroying any negative thought you had last night about her liking anyone else. it feels like she's your heaven while she reaches for you, her star

when you pull away, your eyes are now filled with overwhelming emotions like her. you couldn't stop starting into those eyes, and you swear it's like before, where the love she has for you really shows

"I wished I knew you wanted me" tzuyu leans in for another kiss and you're not one to say no to her "because that meant that we would have been loving each other longer"

[poke-me-with-a-stick]

Chapter 23 of 'Artificial Wingman!'

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Enjoy!

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Danny didn't know what he expected to happen after his sister and Robin's older brother left, but being locked in the most intense staring contest of his (after)life was not on the list. Yet that was where he found himself, sitting on Harley's beaten up couch with a surprisingly soft throw blanket draped over his shoulders, his glacial blue eyes locked with the Silvery blue of Robin's sister.

She was completely silent as she watched him, and Danny couldn't shake the feeling of being analyzed. Every twitch, every odd hitch in his already slow breathing, seemed like it had been noticed and filed away in some sort of filing cabinet in her head. Yet, strangely, the teen didn't feel threatened. Yeah, her intense attention was a bit uncomfortable, but it didn't feel malicious at all. Unlike Vlad or his parents, who examined every step he took and every move he made like he was some impossible enigma they were trying to dissect, her attention felt more... curious than anything else. That was probably the only thing that kept Danny from turning invisible.

"Soooo," He drawled, drawing the word out as finally broke eye contact, turning to look at a point just over her shoulder. There was an odd spot on the wall, a patch that looked like water damage. "I, um. I don't think we've been properly introduced to each other." Blinking, he tore his eyes away from the spot on the wall, but still couldn't bring himself to meet her probing gaze a second time. That bit of hair that hung just shy of her eyebrow was a good spot to look, though. It felt less like he was talking to the wall, at least. 'Ancients, why do I feel so nervous? She's just a person!' The teen scolded himself mentally. "I'm Danny."

Across from him, the girl chuckled. "Hello. I'm Cass." She signed to him, Spelling out her name before using a little gesture and pointing to herself. "It's nice to meet you finally, face to face." Face to face? What did she mean- Oh, right. She was at the Grocery Store, that one day he and Robin had been out hunting down the ingredients for the cure. The cure, which was currently sitting in his bag, resting just a few feet away on the coffee table.

Before his thoughts could spiral down that path, Cass tapped on the table infront of him. Blinking, he shot her bashful smirk, his face flushing slightly in embarrassment. "Sorry, got lost in though for a minute." He apologized.

She merely smiled back, signing a quick, "its alright," back at him. When the teen lapsed back into silence, she made a little humming noise before signing a question. "Do you have any hobbies?"

"Uhh... I know a lot about space?" He offered hesitantly, not quite sure what she was wanting. Obviously she was trying to make small talk, but the halfa didn't know she wanted to hear more about him, or if she was attempting to turn it into a conversation about her interests. Or maybe he was just overthinking it, his brain running twice as fast as it usually did, now that it had regained most of its normal function from whatever drug was in his system.

'Yeah, I'm definitely overthinking it.' The teen just barely avoided grimacing at his internal monologue.

"Oh, yes. Robin told us about that." Cass signed to him, pulling him from his thoughts again. "He sent me a picture from the Planetarium."

"Huh?" Danny voiced dumbly, his mind going blank for a second as she pulled up a picture on her phone. The image was a bit distorted, a green and blue film warring on the screen. But he could clearly make out the image underneath all the odd coloring. An image of himself, eyes dilated and hair floating in an odd way, as if it was caught in a current. The most obvious thing in the picture however, was clearly glowing frecles that adorned his face, casting an eerie blue and green glow over his cheeks and chin, making the way his eyes reflected the flash all the more noticable.

Danny could feel the blood rushing to his face as he covered his reddening cheeks with his palms. Closing his eyes, he groaned lowley to himself, ignoring the near silent chuckles that spilled from Cass. "I didn't know he took a picture. I didn't even see him take out his phone!" he whined, groaning again as Cass's laughter grew slightly louder.

When he finally brought his hands down, she smiled apologetically at him. "Don't feel bad," she told him. "Robin is really good at doing things stealthily."

Danny gave her a ruthful grin, nodding. "That makes sense, what with the vigilante thing." Sighing, he leaned back into the couch, tugging the blanket wrapped around him until it rested comfortably over his legs. "I can be pretty stealthy too, but that's mainly because of..." he trailed off, just realising that maybe it wasn't the best idea to go around boasting about being half ghost.

"Powers?" Cass signed, finishing his sentence for him. He nodded, figuring it was a bit to late to censor himself now. She made an "ah," noise, mimicking zipping her lips.

"Thanks," he murmured, appreciating her gesture. They both slipped back into silence, though it wasn't as awkward as before. The peaceful quiet was broken by the shattering of some ceramic object, followed by a disappointed moan. They both looked towards the source of the noise to see Robin stalk out of the kitchen with a plate of fruits, glaring at the blond that followed him.

"That was one of my favorite plates!" She pouted, looking mournfully at the few shards she carried with her.

"If you cared for it so much, then perhaps you shouldn't have thrown it." Robin retorted, settling down in his seat next to Danny. The teen carefully set the place down on the table infront of the teen, gesturing towards it when he only gazed at the bunch of grapes and fruit slices curiously. "Eat. You are far too skinny and light."

Danny huffed at the boy, still too tired to argue much, before popping one of the grapes into his mouth. "My weight didn't seem such an issue before. What changed?" He asked, letting his head drop until it rested just above Robin's shoulder.

"What changed was waking up with your boney elbow pressed into my stomach." The teen reached up and pulled Danny's head down the rest of the way. "I could tell you were a bit underweight before, when I carried you, but your clothing has been a bit.... baggy, up until this point, so I had no idea just how thin you actually were."

Noticing that Danny had stopped eating, Robin grabbed an apple slice from the plate and held it to he mouth, not bothering to speak until Danny bit into it. "As long as you are in my care, I intend to feed you as much as possible. Pennyworth would be disappointed in me otherwise." The teen sniffed, grabbing another grape and handing it to the ravenette.

Danny snorted, chewing the fruit and swallowing before he attempted to respond. "I've always been on the skinneir side, so it's not that big of a deal, y'know?" He said in an attempt to placate the teen.

It didn't work, if the frown on Robin's face was anything to go by. "Well," he tilted his head in an almost challenging manner, "I suppose that is just something that we will have to remedy." He didn't give Danny a chance to respond, practically shoving another apple slice into Danny's mouth when he went to protest. He huffed at the teen, chewing the slice obediently.

Beside them, Cass let out a giggle. Danny merely huffed again, deciding to focus on the fruit instead of acknowledging her amusement. Robin didn't appear bothered by her laughter, instead humming pleasantly as he picked another slice up from the plate, a pear this time.

Part of Danny felt annoyed at being hand fed like this, but another part practically purred at the attention and care the teen was giving him. The halfa ignored them both, still not all there mentally at the moment. It most certianly wasn't because he couldn't tell if it was his ghost half or his human half that yearned for the moment to never stop. Not at all.

Sadly for whichever half that was, the moment seemed to end once Danny had cleared the plate, only leaving behind the sticky residue from the cut fruits on it's ceramic surface. Having watched him (and helped him) finish off the plate, Robin shot him a slightly smug yet oddly warm smile as he stood to take the plate back the the kitchen. Once again leaving him alone with Cass.

The woman snickered silently as Danny shifted, obviously sensing his embarrassment with what had just occured. Before he could say anything, (what was he supposed to say after that?), Cass was signing at him again. "You two are adorable together," her grin widened as Danny felt blood flood his face. Groaning, the halfa let his head fall back against the couch, closing his eyes, as if that would help him escape the situation.

'Jazz, stop flirting with the Hood guy and get over here,' the teen desperatly thought. 'I don't know how much more teasing and coddling I can take.' Knowing his sister, the teen knew he would learn what his tollerance level for embarrassment would be. And after all his humiliation at school, he knew that it would be a while before they hit the bar.

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By the time Jazz finally pulled up in the Speeder, Danny was contemplating just letting his intangibility wash over him. The only thing that stopped him from actually doing it was the knowledge that Jazz would never let him live it down. And that she would definalty tell Sam and Tucker. So it was safe to say he was very, very happy to hear the familiar hum and rumble of the interdiminsional hover car.

Honestly, it wasn't that bad, all things considered. The light ribbing that he got from Cass and Harley was embarrassing for sure, but it was all lighthearted. Much different from the snide remarks and mocking tones of the A-listers. It was nice, in a way, more like the way he and his friends picked on each other.

That didn't make him any less excited when he heard the firm, heavy knock on the front door before Jazz strides in, followed closely by a raven haired man with a white streak through his hair. Danny couldn't help but stare at him, tilting his head as a questioning chrip slipped from him.

Three things happened at that moment. Harley and Cass looked at him, both a bit confused and surprised at the most definatly not normal noise he made. Damian glanced between him and the man, seemingly unsure of what to say. Jazz, the most liminal person in the room, opened her mouth, probably to answer his unvoiced question. And, perhaps the most surprising of all, the man seemed to freeze in place.

Danny watched the man's eyes widened, taking on a slightly green tint as he met the teen's gaze. "What-" before Danny could ask the man anything, he seemed to swallow hard, his throat working as if there was a physical blockage. A croaking, whistle-like sound resounded from him, catching the attention of everyone else in the room. The man's face scrunched slightly, almost like he didnt' know what he was doing. Coughing a bit, he cleared his throat, and... Chrrup?

Danny blinked. That was... not what he was expecting. He chirped back, not really sure what else to do in this situation. The man mimicked his chirp, the dazed look slowly leaving his eyes and being replaced by a look of confusion. "What the fuck was that?" He asked, his voice shaking slightly.

Danny didn't answer him, instead turning his gaze to his sister. "How the heck did you find a liminal in less than two hours?" He asked, half exasperated and half dumbfounded.

Jazz returned his look of confusion with one of her own. "You couldn't tell he was liminal?" She asked, not bothering to answer his question.

"What the hell is a liminal anyways?" Harley piped up, her gaze switching between the three ghost-adjacent people in the room.

It was Robin who answered her. "I would assume that a liminal is someone more in tune with the dead than a normal person." He turned to look at Danny. "Is that right?"

"Uh, yeah. Basically, a liminal is a person that has been around ambient ectoplasm enough for it to change them. Usually, it makes them a bit more ghost like, whether it be physical changes like fangs or eyeshine, or the development of weak ghost powers like intangibility or enhanced empathy." Danny turned away from his staring contest with his sister to look at Robin as he explained. "My sister and my friends are a bit more liminal than others, and it's not exactly rare to meet someone who is at least a little liminal." He turned to the man once more, this time stretching his senses out.

Almost immediately the teen was assaulted by the bitter taste of rage. His face contorted at the unpleasant acidic flavor it left behind. Under the thick layer of rage, there was the slightly tangy taste of confusion, along with the slight lemon-like taste of fear. He was about to pull back when another taste hit him. The teen had to physically restrain himslef from full body flinching away from the man at the soured-milk and rot that overpowered everything else.

"Jeeze!" Danny smacked him lips, trying to get the perceived taste out of his mouth. "What cesspool have you been hanging around?" He asked the man.

"Danny!" He sister scolded, reaching over to cuff his head. He ducked, her fingers barley brushing his unruly hair.

"What?" He asked, glaring at her childishly.

"You can't just ask people that! Its rude!" She chided, returning his glare with one of her own.

"Trust me, Jazz. If you could sense what I just sensed, you would be asking the same question." He leaned away from her, just in case she tried to cuff him again. "Whatever ecto he was exposed to is bad. Like, not changing the filter in forty years bad. Dude needs a spa day badly." He shot the man another glance with a low, "No offense," before meeting his sister's stare again.

"None... taken?" He looked between the siblings, trying to digest the info given. "Wait, so I'm a liminal-whatever, what does that even mean? And what the heck is ectoplasm?" He turned to Robin, looking incredibly lost.

"I mean, I just explained what Liminals are. It just means you've been hanging out around death-ooze for long enough to get some freaky ghost abilities, but without the being dead part." Danny broke off his staring contest finally, giving the man his full attention. "And ectoplasm is a green, glowy, kinda radioactive substance that comes from the afterlife. It can leak into the mortal realm sometimes through natural portals, but it usually gets absorbed pretty fast. Whatever you've been hanging around is a prime example of why chores are so important in my house. Congealed ectoplasm left out to sit, or mixed with anything besides fresh ecto is not the safest thing. Especially for mortals. Even in ghosts, it can have some really adverse reactions. Wouldn't surprise me if you're experiencing some of the side effects of it."

The room fell silent after that, half of the room thinking about how eerily close that description was to the Lazerus Waters. Though, it would explain some things, if it was true.

Everyone was startled out of their thoughts by Jazz clapping loudly. "Okay! As fun as whatever that was, is. I believe we have more important things to be doing?" She gave everyone in the room a pointed look before turning back to her brother. "Danny, the Liminal guy is Jason. He said he has somewhere that we can hide out with the Speeder while you recover and work on the Portal gun."

"Sweet, really?" Danny looked over to the man, Jason, and went to smile before he paused. "Wait..." he narrowed his eyes at the man, eyeing him suspiciously. "How do we know he isn't some wacked out fruitloop? And what happened to that Red Hood guy you left with? Where did he go?"

Jason's face scrunched up at the fruitloop comment, a denial on his lips, but Jazz beat him to it. "Danny!" She scolded him again. "First off, he isn't some wacked out fruitloop, have a little faith in me. And second, are you seriously that dense?" Danny blinked at her, a small look of afrontment on his face that Robin fought not to laugh at.

"Hey! I'm not dense!" He protested.

She merely raised an eyebrow at him, sending a pointed glance at Jason before going back to him. "Do you really not know who this is?" She asked, amusement coloring her tone.

Danny turned his attention back to Jason, staring at him intently. Now that he was focusing on him, he did seem vaguely familiar. But he hasn't met people in this universe, so if Jazz expected him to know who Jason was, then he had to have met him one already, right? If that was the case, then the only people he has met here would be Robin's brothers. He wasnt Dick, too tall and buff, not to kention he would be sporting a bruise from that punch, so that would leave...

"Wait, Redhood?!?"

"About fuckin' time!"

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(I know there are probably some Grammer and/or spelling mistakes, but it's okay because I tried my best!)

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Finally doing my heartstopper note taking/ analyzing!! starting with season 2 episode 1, bites under the cut bc it’s long boy. strap in for me squealing a bunch and occasionally getting deep

Episode One Rewatch

Starting with the opening scene, and possibly one of my favorite songs on the soundtrack. The song parallels too, with last season starting with a song that is basically saying how someone wants to be enough for the person I like, and how this one is about how he’d give the world to be with Nick. Maybe that’s just something i’m overthinking but idk.

S1: “I wish I thought that I was pretty so that i could turn you on….”

S2: “Sweeter than the best you ever had…. I’d do anything just to feel with you.”

I love how it’s calm and then immediately jumps into the action with Nick texting Charlie. I also like how it parallels the first scene of episode one, but this time Charlie is happy. Love Tori sipping her drink. All of that scene really shows “Hey, we’re happy for once with what is going on in life,” and I enjoy that. Also Charlie being obsessed with Nick and texting him 24/7 is cute.

Then we get to the classic ‘Hi’ that Nick and Charlie are known for, which is the perfect first interaction for them this season.

Nick pulling Charlie into an empty room and telling him he came out to his mom and Charlie immediately asking how it went, and then basically jumping on Nick when he heard it went well is so good. and then “Want a well done kiss?” Is such a cute line.

And then boom we’re making out. Also Nick pulling away and saying “Kissing at school is a terrible idea” and then going back to kissing is so iconic.

And then theres the whole montage of them being cute and making out, which i could go on and on about but I’ll spare you bc this is getting long already oops.

Nick and Charlie at the door, the hands touching and the sparks, the little waves goodbye, the soft smiles, all of it makes me so eeeeeeee.

The “I have a boyfriend!” scene is so cute, with Tao admitting Nick is “okay” after Issac gives him a look lmao. and then them talking about him coming out, and Tao being concerned as always lmao

also that shop they go to is really aesthetically pleasing idk

And Tao’s rrrrrude is awesome. Also him and Elle fighting over the apple juice is adorable. I love how they interact, the way they play off each other so nicely. Of course, Tao gets all awkward and runs, but he means well. I’m glad we get to see their dynamic more, because it truly is such a good time.

I’m also glad Nick and Imogen are still friends, because Imogen deserves platonic love. And Nick’s friends calling out to him, trying to make amends, shows that they mean well, and I’m glad for it. We just Ignore Harry being a dick. Anyway Imogen immediately running up to him with her little “Nicholas!!” and being so excited about her dog. and her wanting to move to brooklyn makes so much sense. i'm so glad they had a talk and want to be friends.

Nick’s little pause when she asks about his romantic developments is smth that makes me go awww bc its so obvious he *wants* to tell her, but its hard and he can’t, which I understand completely.

I also don’t understand British schools but Nick having to do studying next to Ben makes me gag bc Ben makes me gag. but the top down shot is so cool

also the “QUIET” from Mr. Farouk is what i've been waiting for yesss. He’s so… i just love him.

Nick texting Charlie right after seeing Ben is so sweet of him, and the “I miss you” is adorable. I love him.

Bash does such a good job making me despise Ben. Like actually I hate him. And Nick shutting down Ben and telling him not to talk about Charlie like hello supportive bf!!

Nick being worried about Charlie not wanting to be there is so sweet. and the line “I need you.” ugh my heart. Nick being vulnerable like that is so sweet and something I love. and then Nick not playing well because he’s at odds with the team and it’s causing a rift between him and his performance!! and charlie’s face, you can really tell he’s worried for him.

tara and darcy teasing elle is such a thing my old friends would do, and it’s a very accurate portrayal of teenage romances. (the way tara and darcy hold each other in this scene tho)

“Your hair is cute long. but it would look cute short too” *plays with his hair and then leaves him alone to panic.

okay can we talk about Charlie getting Nick his favorite chocolate bar for their two month anniversary and then getting all embarrassed about it and how cute it is that he remembers such a little thing. and you can tell Nick really appreciates it, the way he thanks him and does the little forehead press. (and then they just start going at it like bro give your lips a break)

Charlie reassuring Nick that he doesn’t need to tell anyone is so important, and i’m glad it’s touched on multiple times this season. because. it’s something that everyone needs to hear.

tori appears!!! her lines are always either so witty or so sweet. also charlie getting so many snacks is so like real of him bc i know what it’s like to want to make a good impression and provide for everyone. and then the cute little scene of all of them interacting and nick and charlie touching with the little sparks, getting more and more confident being themselves around each other. and issac’s little glances at everyone!!

also imogen being invited is so sweet. and the “she’s an ally” line makes me fucking laugh.

i want to talk about how well kit does at playing the nervousness of coming out to someone, even someone you trust. it’s scary, and it’s hard to say. and then charlie telling him that it’s okay. because it is.

more taoelle moments too! the garden scene is so cute. and elles hand hovering on taos face and the sparks and then it being all awkward is so ansjjsjsj.

i also wanna talk about how tara always tries to include issac like it’s incredibly just awww. it’s nice that he’s integrated into the group more because he’s always in his little book shell. like boy you are watching a movie get your head out of the books!!

imogen really tries and i love her for it. like she’s supportive in the best way she can be, even if she doesn’t know what to do. but girl you can do better than ben!!!

i love the girls supporting elle when she’s upset, the three of them have such a good dynamic. and then nick and charlie texting about telling imogen <3 you can tell how happy charlie is, and how much he cares.

love how charlie gives all his friends hugs as they leave bc that’s so in character for him honestly. and then nick turning around and kissing him in front of everyone makes me go eeeee like go Nick go!! slay king!!! i’m so proud of him. and of course Tao being Tao coughing and interrupting the moment lmao

Charlie telling his parents is such a funny scene because of the ‘hanky panky’ bits. tori is great in that scene.

“i can protect him” charlie baby that’s sweet, especially knowing what you went through. but i think you need to realize that not everything is going to go perfect 100% of the time. love the optimism tho!! it does show he really wants everything to be perfect for nick, which i think is so meaningful and deep when you take a look at charlie’s own background.

anyway, that’s all for episode one!! i’m doing these slowly, so episode two should be up in a few days!!

[echoedcrosshairs]

Those Who Fight Together - part 14

Summary: Undescribed Female Jedi nicknamed Reaper has a little fun before undertaking a personal mission to protect the batch from old enemies when things go a little hay wire.

Warning: Smut, NSFW, c*m drinking, emotional distress, mild breeding kink, brotherly Crosshair and soft Tech, threats of violence

Word count: 10k

Part 13 Part 15

Master list

Tech stared at the datapad stunned, he blinked several times opened his mouth and promptly closed it. He looked up to see Echo staring at him with curiosity and near blank expression on your face, he tapped his foot a couple times, "Leaving, I think it would be for the best," he chose to say, If I join she probably won't enjoy it because she'd think I'm forcing myself too yet if I join by his request and she's not ready then I would be making her uncomfortable. There is no winning.

"Are you sure?" You asked quietly.

"Yes, love making should be.. reserved for lovers," by the time the words left his mouth he realized how misconstrued that could be taken, "I am referencing how fondly you two were looking when I was interrupted and should resume prior to my arrival."

Echo tossed the box aside getting up and grabbed him shoving him towards the bed, "Sometimes you need to shut up."

Tech stumbled and crashed into the end of bed barely catching himself, "Excuse me?"

"You overthink everything," Echo said climbing back into the bed, "Just get in," he added flipping you on top of him resting your knees on either side of his lap, "You look so beautiful," he said watching you fidget on his chest, "Suddenly bashful," he said noticing the faint red on your cheeks letting his voice drop to a faint whisper, "The one thing I envy, being able to coat you." He looked up to see the backside of Tech walking out the room. "Stubborn," Echo grumpily shook his head.

You grabbed the box and attached it to him, "More for you," you whispered trying to distract him.

"Are you farking stupid?" Crosshair said once Tech outside the room.

"It is for the best," Tech said as he kept walking.

"For you or her?" He growled.

"Us." Either I mean her and I or all of us still up for debate.

"Sometimes I wonder how we're even twins," Crosshair growled stalking back to his bunk.

"As do I," Tech snipped.

Echo flipped you under him since Tech wasn't joining. He trailed kisses down the front of your throat letting his tongue trace the line between your breast and down your stomach before working his down between your legs. He enjoyed watching you squirm every time his mouth got close but never quite touching. You squirmed as he left deep remembrance of kisses on your inner thighs.

"You want to spend your turn teasing me?" You groan feeling his mouth hover right about you.

"I prefer the term foreplay," he smiled finally pressing him mouth to you spreading your lips with his fingers. His tongue circled you pushing your wetness up to lube your clit further for him before tightening his lips around you sucking firmly letting them slide back and forth tugging on you.

"Fark," you moaned, "You've been holding back on me," you whispered pushing yourself further involuntarily into his mouth, with an audible gasp as you felt something cold push into you, "Is that? ECHO." You felt it swirling inside you as it drummed in and out, "Echo FUCK." 

Echo couldn't help the chuckle that hummed against your clit, She definitely likes that. It wasn't like using his fingers, it was a phantom sensation against his scomp. Would make an interesting conversation with a protocol droid my 'Human-Cyborg' relations, Echo chuckled. He started fucking your harder with his arm feeling you shake against his face. He continued to slurp you until you were screaming and gushing all over him. He removed himself quickly and slammed his cock into you not giving you time to ride out your high.

Your hand flew to the back of his head right under his cybernetics holding onto him for dear life. Every inch of you tingled, your nipples physically hurt and it felt like his lips had bruised you in the most indelicate way. Every thrust his hips gridded against yours causing him to continue to rub into your clit, smirking in between shaky breaths. You viciously stroked him, Two can play at this game. His stroked got wilder in rhythm but less hard as he started trembling. One hand dropped to his chest running down it feeling his rapid heart beat and every bone and muscle. You managed to pry your eyes open for a minute to his shut just letting himself feel every sensation. So handsome, you brought your hand to his face and he opened his eyes looking at you. His gold eyes fixated on you, the silent question if it was time. You nodded bringing your mouth to his as both of you gave in, Echo collapsing on top of you moving to bury his face in your neck trying to breath. You gently stroked his back trying to find your own breath.

"Worth- the- wait," he mumbled between breaths, listening to you exhale each breath relaxing it was the most peaceful thing in the galaxy to him. He pulled himself are to find of his legs covered in fluid and his scomp even sticky, "have to wash- this," he groaned.

Every inch of you ached and didn't want to move but you forced yourself up knowing it would be harder to clean it later once it dried, "Let's get you- cleaned up, corporal," you smiled.

"Thanks, General," he smiled feeling your arm wrap around his waist supporting him although with how bad your legs were tensed wondering if he needed to be supporting you instead. He continued to let you guide him to the refresher and watched you take a damp towel and a special parts cleaner he kept under the sink washing down his arm inspecting every inch and scrubbing it just to make sure, "You really don't mind," he breathed.

"Was starting to wonder if I was going to have ask you myself to try it," you winked ringing out the towel and cautiously putting him in the shower and lowering the shower head so the water wouldn't find his relay.

"It's water proof," he smirked shoving it back up, "I thought the way you came all over my face should have proved that."

You playfully pushed him, "Careful I might push you into an ocean to prove it," you teased.

"Only if you join me," he naughtily whispered backs, "I wonder if I can swim," he pondered.

"On second thought maybe a shallow pool," you laughed noticing his face slip for a moment, "Just to be safe, then I'll shove you into the ocean in the middle of no where just you and me," you corrected watching the smile come back.

"I'd like that, shore leave just you and me."

"So why did you pull out all the stops?" You asked starting to feel the bruises form from his lips.

"Making sure you have a reason to come home," he said honestly, "And that if Slick even thinks about it" he gridded out.

"Echo," you said putting your hand on his face feeling the jealousy, "I know a couple boys he would have to discuss that with who are all apparently a little territorial" you smiled feeling it starting to fade out, "which is surprising from you Mr. I-like-watching-my-squad-fuck-my-wife," you joked

"You just look so pretty taking it," he smiled, "and covered in it. There's a difference, I trust them."

"Such a dirty mouth. You don't have to worry about Slick, I'm pretty sure Crosshair would snipe him if he looked like he did something," you giggled.

"Pretty sure Hunter would drop him off in a Gundark nest naked and then let Crosshair take him out if it wasn't humane enough."

You rolled your eyes, "I doubt Crosshair would if he did," you said shutting off the water.

"You're right about that," you both turned to find Crosshair standing in open door frame, "He'd be a dead man if he touched you," he said combing his smokey hair back.

"If your here for your revenge, your going to need a tube of Bacta or two. I am.. bruised," you said looking down at the light purple hue of your clit.

"Actually I came to barrow him for a second," he start clipping his chin out at Echo.

"Yeah I'll be out a second," he said during himself, "go back to bed," he said kissing your neck following after Crosshair feeling your eyeing trailing down the both of there back sides.

"What is it?" Echo asked the moment they were out of ear shot, soon enough he saw the answer Tech sitting storage locker in a very uncomfortable looking position holding a still full flask, "I am fine," Tech mumbled.

"Not if you're thinking about drinking it," Echo said propping himself against the wall.

"I am not, I have had enough for my life time," he said handing him the flask, "I was attempting to debate my ethics and morals in quietest place on the ship when someone interrupted," he added glaring at Crosshair, "apparently I had a third hidden, more then likely forgotten about after one to many."

"I haven't seen you in here since... your chat with the informant to get her back."

"How much longer until we land?" Tech asked changing the conversation.

"Still a couple of hours."

"I am... worried about losing her again," Echo saw how distant the look in his eyes were at that announcement.

"Then why did you leave?" Crosshair poked.

"If you haven't noticed I have a tendency to open my mouth say the wrong thing to her. I- didn't want to risk it."

Crosshair rolled his eyes, "You didn't need to open your mouth at all," then scolded himself because Tech tends to talk frivolously.

"As she stated, I ruined her mood and I did not wish to jeopardize the fact Echo lifted it."

"You were eaves dropping?" Echo glared.

"Of course I was. I have since we picked her up."

"That's why you asked if we were coming," Crosshair said slitting his eyes.

"Yes, I was not prepared for the answer."

Crosshair grabbed him by the face and dragged him out of the closet, "I'll deal that later," towards her room. He violently shoved him in following in after him, disturbing her peaceful stretched out position on the bed. "Kair'ta," Crosshair growled making you look at him.

"Yes?" you asked looking at the angry expression on his face but the bashful look on Tech's face.

"Closer," he said shoving Tech towards the bed, "Do you love her or not."

"He doesn't need to force himself too-" but the glare in Crosshair's eyes made your mouth shut.

"I suppose I have to explain what I said earlier," Tech hoping Crosshair was trying to force him to correct his mistakes.

"You said didn't care," you said barely looking at him.

"I... was just trying to convey an apology," he said sitting on the edge of the bed, "I am... sorry you didn't understand. I am bad at conveying my feelings, it made me uncomfortable but so does every new foreign experience but I would not have continued if I did not want too. I was also rather enjoying it, I should have made you stay and explained better," he added taking off his goggles and staring at them, "Intimacy is... opulent, while I may have interfered with ours I did not want to do the same with Echo's," he said reaching out taking your hand still staring at his goggles, "I hold that memory precious however if you do not press that button and it will be deleted," he said handing you them.

You stared at that goggles knowing how much he valued recording everything for research, In essence these goggles are him, every memory and mission. You handed the goggles back and closed his hand around them seeing the relief flood his face.

"Finally," Crosshair scoffed, "All better?" folding his arms over his chest.

"Sufficient," Tech said putting his goggles back on turning off the delete mode.

"Yeah."

"I'll grab the bacta," Crosshair said rolling his eyes.

"For a man who pretends not to have a heart and generally a cold personality you do seem to take care of him," Cross found Hunter already waiting with the tubes.

"This was his idea to share, I'm just making sure he doesn't ruin it for the rest of us," Crosshair attempted his regular icy tone grabbing the tubes from him, watching Hunter smirk.

"You just want to make sure he experiences a fulfilling life."

"Shut up."

Crosshair smirked sitting between you and Tech, gently spreading your legs putting one on his lap putting you noticeably on display, "I won't remove the markings," he said squeezing the tube on his long slender fingers gently massages your lips with his fingers, "This looks as good as it sounded," Crosshair smirked noticing the discoloration, "Maybe I should have stayed," he smiled, "Then again I'm pretty sure you wouldn't have any of that beautiful voice left," he added letting his fingers completely glide up you gently thumbing your clit with bacta. He applied more bacta to his fingers while massaging your shaking leg with his free hand gently going around your entrance. "Try anything new?" He asked curiously eyeing you threw his lashes.

"Tested how much I don't mind his scomp," you admitted smugly.

"You are really are down for anything," Crosshair muttered, "Did you like it?" He knew the answer but still wanted to hear it.

"You tell me," you rolled your eyes.

Crosshair quickly brought his fingers down to the cluster of knots and gently started petting it, "I'll let you cum if it tell me."

"That is coercion- oh," Tech said finally looking, she likes it.

"Just be my good girl and tell me," Crosshair said letting his fingers go faster while discreetly working the Bacta in.

"It was cold at first- then it felt incredible-" you got out, feeling his fingers start stroking up and down over the spot.

"Was that so hard," he said bringing free hand to your hip and kneading it with his finger tips, "but I still have yet to punish you," he smiled abruptly pulling his fingers out, smirking as he heard you whine. "I know, I know," he said kissing your leg, "You have to wait until the Bacta is done then I'll let you cum while I take what I want from you."

Tech arched an eyebrow, Attentive yet controlling and she likes it. Their dynamic is interesting. He watched him carefully remove her leg from his lap before moving up to lay next to her. Tech frowned at himself for moment feeling the forming erection pressing against armor, I see the game your playing. I can control myself. His eyes saw the tiny bit of excitement seeping out, Breath. You are an evolved mammal, I don't need to give in to such... perfection. Tech forced his mind to wonder else where to other topics, she had not invited him nor had Crosshair, We made up what is the point of keeping me around? What is Crosshair really trying to do?

"Since we have... aired the miscommunication am I allowed to leave?" Tech asked, his mind kept slipping to the primitive thoughts.

"Hunter will make the better mate," Crosshair poked, "Might as well snip yourself."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Tech growled.

Crosshair smirked grabbing his last toothpick from my pocket, "Just leave that's what you're good at, running."

"Both of you knock it off," you yelled at both of them, "Leave. Come back when you start saying what you actually mean," you said pointing at Crosshair, "you, when you figure it out," you said looking at Tech before curling up in your blanket.

"We've been sitting here for three hours, are we finally going to have a discussion?" Tech said breaking the silence between himself and his brother.

"There's nothing to discuss, you're not ready yet."

"Ready for what?" Tech asked but Crosshair went back to silence.

"This is taking forever," Wrecker complained, Can't you guys just talk it already we don't need to be fighting when we land.

"Can we just push them out of the airlock and come back for them," Echo scowled throwing Crosshair's own words at him which also illicit more silence.

Hunter walked over and crouched before them, "You have five minutes, then I'm restraining both of you and turning off the filter and no one is freeing you until I'm done. Now start talking because this is seriously getting old. Crosshair for once just open up for a farking minute and Tech just... listen."

"If you turn off that filter-" Tech threatened squinting at him.

"I have her permission," he grinned, "I think she enjoys the animal in me would hate it if you both had to listen," standing up and taking his seat again folding his arms and listening to her soft breathing.

"You're still conflicted about giving her your heart," Crosshair conceded, "you seem fine just giving up when things get tough."

"Each of us have a uniquely different relationship with her. She should be aware by now she is only one who has ever had my heart. I was not giving up when I asked to leave, you were tending to the bruises so there was no logical reason as to why I couldn't leave it's like I haven't had time with her lately."

"Don't remind me," Crosshair scowled feeling the tension in his balls, "The logical reason is that you need to be tended to by her, di'kut."

"Oh."

They lapsed back into silence, "Anything else?" Hunter poked, hearing her quiet footsteps approaching.

"Do you still plan using my misguided apology against me?" Tech asked.

"Debates if you keep acting like a blurrg in the mud, nerve burner. I know how much she enjoys being my canvas."

"Kriff off," Tech said angrily standing up his volume raising while staring down at him, "Keep your doshing choobie fluid to yourself or it'll be you and I beating the bantha crap out of each-other and if it hasn't escaped your mind none of you have won against me. I don't think you would enjoy sparing with me when I am distempered. Yes I may have said it but I did not mean it, it is my time."

"Took you long enough to enough to snap," Crosshair chuckled, "Told you he didn't mean it," he smiled sliding the toothpick to the other side of his mouth.

Tech looked at you standing in the doorway at his dishevelment, one balled fist and the other hand's finger poking Crosshair's chest. He lowered his hands, taking a breath. He found Hunter and Wrecker grinning at each other. Clever. He watched as you motioned for him to come forward, reluctantly he move to stand in front of you. You're hand snaked up through his hand and pulled his forehead to yours, hoping up to wrap your legs again his waist as his hand slipped under your ass and held you there against the doorframe. "See sometimes you can say what's on your mind sober." You heard him sigh before carrying you back to your room.

"I'm surprised you figured out his game before I did," he said holding you up against the wall of your room.

"Even with these you can't see clearly," you said taping on the goggles.

"I am aware my perception is not as great as theirs when it comes to relationships."

"When it comes to yourself. They've seen you at your lowest and will continue to push you so they will never have to again."

"That is my assumption, although an interesting way to go about it."

"So you really didn't mean it?" you asked.

His moved away from your ass, inwards towards your barely covered entrance, "I would prefer it to be completely mine until my fantasy is complete however I know the chances are less then ideal. It would have made me quite catastrophically irate with hazardous consequences," Tech took a breath, "I admit I would not have been mad at you if Crosshair would have continued. However I would have extremely disgruntled with him and myself. I am... grateful he didn't. I do not think I would have forgave him if he did."

"Do I need too," you said bring your hand down to his face.

"I rather.. work through it and pick up where we left off before I opened my mouth."

"You want to make love to me again?" You whispered seductively.

"Until they have to pull me off of you," he admitted.

"You are not the tiny bit jealous?" Wrecker asked in between the moans

"Nope," Echo replied contently listening to his mate be happy.

"Not even a little?" Wrecker countered.

"They've both been through hell and she's voluntarily offering to put herself through it once again. He needs her right now so hopefully he doesn't put himself through it while she's gone. At the end of day it's our bed and I can kick any of you out," he added smirked taking a bite of his ration bar, "and she was louder for me, so why would I be jealous?" he added smugly.

"She definitely has a droid fetish," Crosshair scowled.

"She has a me fetish," Echo's smirk grew larger, "Thanks for the compliment."

"It wasn't."

"Sure it wasn't."

Hunter shook his head, acting like a bunch of hormonal cadets, "Just be happy you didn't hurt her with that thing," and that quickly shut them up, "But she enjoyed it.. even with the filter it was still... arousing."

Your mouth kissed up Tech's throat until you got to his adam's apple gently sucking next to it, "Fark," he moaned shoving himself as deep as he could go and held himself there as he focused on your lips digging into him. His eyes fell closed as he returning to thrusting himself in you as your fingers trailed up his core landing over his pecs. His mind was going a million miles a minute calculating how long he could hold off for more time feeling you touch him except every noise brought him back to the moment.

"You're shaking," you whispered panting between his long strokes.

"Edging," he smiled nearly taking himself out before gliding back in enjoying the sound of your wetness against him, "The.. touch is not helping my restraint."

"Why are you edging yourself?" you asked. 

"An experiment," he said leaning down putting himself next to your ear, "Hearing you with Echo and Crosshair touching... frustrated me."

"Someone's in a mood," you said wrapping your arms around his neck, "Try." The moment you said it Tech started slamming into you spreading you further. The roughness of the action rivaling even Wrecker's strength, each thrust bruising the surrounding area as his hips collided with yours. This time Tech didn't stop you from trying to muffle yourself, the skin on skin slapping was already loud enough to cause concerns. Tech pulled you legs up but spread them as far as they could go as he spilled into the top of you. Your eyes rolled back and breathing at that point as optional.

Tech was soaked top to bottom with his sweat, taking off his goggles he squeezed the band over the floor watching drops off. I will have to change the band, how obscene. He moved your legs into the folds of his arms rubbing them with his hands before gently pushing your hips forward so it would be more difficult to spill. His vision was still cloudy but he enjoyed the you barely conscious under him. One day. He put his goggles back on leaning back on his heels patiently waiting for you to come back.

"Maybe we need to tranq him," Crosshair scowled when the noises finally stopped after the third time.

"She's fine," Hunter said listening to her heart rate finally calming down and breathing start to regulate, "What did you expect to happen pushing him like that?"

"Hunter's got a point," Wrecker pointed out, "Still can't believe that's what he's into, like she has amazing tits, incredible ass and legs... but that? I still don't get it."

"Maybe when you grow up," Crosshair snapped.

"Head's up and hot," Hunter commed in noticing one big ship in the view before them next to the planet,  "Wrecker get on the tail gun." Wrecker bounded cross the ship in stride tossing himself in this seat and deploying. Crosshair quickly relished the Co-Pilot seat to Echo. 

Tech swiftly grabbed a toy Crosshair had purchased and shoved it into you. Now try leak, he thought amused to himself staring at the inserted plug. He quickly threw on his pants and headed for the front. Tech shoved Hunter out of the pilot seat, dripping in sweat and soaked but at least semi clothed at least in his pants belt and arm band.

"My ship! She's done," you squealed giddily before composing yourself with a cough.

"Do not remove it," Tech growled turning his attention back to ship before them.

"What in the Sith's hell is that?" Echo stared at the ship.

"In short, it's a break apart frigate with several heavy class life pods and in long it's a very modified Lucrehulk-class battleship to be smaller and faster with several of my lead commando droids waiting for orders to explode."

"Explode?" Tech said grabbing a towel in his belt wiping off the dripping sweat running down the side of his head.

"It's going to be glorious," you smiled sickly sweet, "BB-001, come in," you said pushing the com button.

"We arrived at the coordinates, awaiting further instructions," the holo display showed up and all of them got to see the droid design for themselves.

"What is the status of my ship."

"Fully operational, all pods loaded to max efficiency. Everything is running at optimal levels."

"Good, await further orders and stay in orbit."

"Roger Roger," the line went dead.

"Do I want to know what your plan of attack is?" Tech asked.

"Hard and fast," they all caught the innuendo.

"Is that my fucking toy?" Crosshair growled staring at Tech.

"It is not against the rules, she has not had enough time to... soak? I know that is not where it goes but it works for the time being."

Cross scowled picking a toothpick at him, surprised when he let it hit his shoulder before it fell to the ground. Close enough to an apology. He eyed the toy sticking out, "Having fun indulging him?" he leered.

You sat in Hunter's lap purposefully letting the toy poke his leg which got a tiny growl from him, feeling Hunter lean forward stiffing the arousal before pressing himself as fair back in the chair as he could go, "Yes she is," he gritted out, "and Torturing us."

"Succubus," Crosshair replied.

Tech put the ship still in standby in orbit, "We'll go to the planet shortly. Come," he said motioning to you and Hunter.

"Now that's a bad idea," Echo mumbled, "and that's coming from me."

"Yeah, aren't they into the same thing?" Wrecker asked walking over hearing the false alarm,

"How are we going to explain the amount of Bacta we go through?" Echo grumped.

"I have to agree with Echo, Tech" Hunter said noticing how bad his legs muscles were quivering and the small limp.

"I also agree," Tech said tossing him a condom, "However my muscles have a mild tear, so you're going to finish fucking it into her. I thought you would appreciate the offer the most."

"Tech!" You snapped noticing the tiny barely noticeable wince when he got himself on the bed and prompt himself up against the wall.

"I am fine Cyar'ika, come get on your knees," Tech said taking his goggles off letting the back of his head lay flesh against the wall.

Hunter shook his head but complied. He looked down you resting your face against Tech's leg and the unusual softness in his face and felt like he was intruding. Hunter undid his bandana, grabbing your hands and tying them together behind your back. Letting his hands trail down your back down your ass and slowly pulled out the toy watching you tighten around it. It took a little bit of force pulling it out watching of it leak down your leg. Hunter gripped your ass trying to steady himself from just slamming into you and be damned if the consequences. He carefully ripped it out with his teeth making a display of it as he saw you looking back at him and slid it on. He grabbed your bound wrist and bucked into you hearing the squish around him, "Someone's been used," he growled leaning down and kissing your hands, "Does it hurt?" he asked cautious.

"Everything hurts," you rolled your eyes but you pressed yourself back into him, "But you currently have a mission to complete," you smirked.

She knows how to pluck my cords, "Then I'll be quick about it." Hunter moved his hands to your hips thrusting himself in and out watching you drool on the bed. It wasn't the same tight death grip around his cock over stimulating him but a nice light hug around him. I think I prefer it this way. "Reaper," he groaned hunching forward laying his chest down your cool back as he filed the condom, one hand untying you and the other supporting his weight from crushing you downward. The warm of it was mildly uncomfortable against his sensitive tip but as soon as you were free he didn't have to worry about it long. Your hand went down grabbing it pulling it off with you.

"What are you?-" Hunter stared wide eyed as you gently pulled it out of you with a moan staring at how full it was before pouring it into your mouth and swallowing it. He stared flabbergasted as you whispered he was delicious before patting his cheek and grabbing your robes before heading off to the refresher. Hunter looked at Tech with the same stupefied expression.

"She is lucky my legs are not currently functioning," Tech stared after her, "I would cut out that implant in an instance," he muttered.

"I heard that!" You called laughing.

"I can not believe I just said that out loud," he uttered covering his face.

Hunter's mind kept replaying that in his mind and the smile on your face while doing it, knowing what it would do to both of them. He didn't dare follow you into the refresher knowing it would take just one look and he would have to let Tech beat the brain cells out of him. He groaned getting up wiping himself up throwing everything back on.

"Need help?" He said looking at Tech still not moving.

Tech relayed the medical supplies he needed with his face still burning. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. He mentally kept scolding the feral side that was locked deep down under the intelligence. He banged his head once or twice into the wall making himself focus on the ship schematics muttering each fact to keep his brain busy as Hunter brought it the supplies.

"I think she broke Tech again," Wrecker said watching Tech mutter to himself.

"What did you do," Crosshair smiled as you walked out of the refresher dressed and still smiling ear to ear, you whispered it in his ear.

"And Crosshair" Wrecker said looking at the bewildered expression on his face.

"I don't want to know until we're done here," Echo groaned.

"That would be for the best," Tech said finishing the schematics for the second time.

Hunter helped pulled him up and grabbed his goggles, "I'll change this, go shower," he said feeling the damp band.

Tech nodded heading to his bunk grabbing a fresh pair of blacks before disappearing in the refresher.

"Why are you torturing them?" Echo smiled running his fingers down your face.

"You said you wanted to give me a reason to come back and it gave me an idea."

"That's why your mine," he chuckled wrapping his arm around you, "I really wish I met you as a reg."

"You're still-"

"You know what I mean. We would have had a lot of fun."

"We have a lot of fun now," you pointed out recognizing his self consciousness, "I wouldn't change things for the galaxy," leaning into his embrace.

Tech silently climbed into the pilot seat still shocked with outburst and started maneuvering the ship down to the planet. He looked back for a second finding you curled up in Wreckers lap yawning as Echo was prepping another Stim shot and then at Crosshair and Hunter whispering. Tech sighed it wasn't in relief or disappointment just calm indifference, It's almost peaceful like it was before.

"Is that Slick?" Crosshair squinted noticing the shuttle and the familiar shaped figure standing against it.

You stood up staring out the view rubbing your neck from the injection, "Yes that is."

Crosshair growled loosening the collar of your robes pressing his teeth into his mark and the pressing his hand to the front of your throat pulling you back into him "He touches you and it won't be humane," he growled releasing you putting his helmet on.

All them watched in silence your demeanor change the moment you were off the ship, watching one leg go infront of the other making your hips sway and seeing you stand straight backed at full height. Watching you stride right towards him and one of your droids.

"Slick," you purred offering your hand.

He knelt kissing it, "Duchess," he said kissing it again before standing up putting his hands at his sides, "Didn't plan on seeing you again so soon."

"Neither did I but... unforeseen circumstances arose."

"Just awaiting my orders, Duchess," he smiled, "Whatever it takes to pay off part of my debt."

"Hopefully it doesn't come to that my knight," you said gently caressing his cheek, "I am glad you are up the task of my usual mayhem," you removed your head, "BB-001, how many droids did we get per pod?"

"Three."

"They won't know what hit them," you smiled, "Both of you stay out here with the shuttle. Does Master know where you are?"

"I do have quiet a few shore days."

"Good man."

You could feel that anger rolling off the boys as you strode away towards the door. The five of them followed after you silently into the building back towards the main atrium finding Indel sitting there already holding the book.

"The answer you seek is not here," she said holding out the book, "however it will answer a few you had in the past," she said watching you tuck the book into your robes, "Are you prepared for what you must do?" She asked staring into you.

You took off the mask and stared right back at her, "I am prepared to die for my duty, without question or hesitation. My arrangements have already been made. Asclepios will take my place and oversee my assignment as it has and will always be if I fail."

"You are aware going now may have consequences-"

"I am aware if I do not go now the consequences may be worse."

"You may use the forge and be on your way, but first, You and Echo step forward." Your hand was already on your right saber disassembling it, you pulled out the crystal and handed it to her. Indel took the crystal and the necklace she had waiting and put the crystal in it and place it around Echo's neck, "You are recognized as her spouse, should anything happen place the crystal on the door and it will open."

Echo gave a stiff nod and the feeling of panic started washing over him, your hand slipping into his and was moderately comforting but something still felt wrong, "Sometime is going to go wrong isn't it?" he asked as the six of you headed to the forge with Wrecker carrying Wolffe's gift.

"There is always the possibility, we are shown parts of how things should play out but sometimes things change. It's a precaution and a formality."

"I don't like it," Crosshair said talking his helmet off and sticking a toothpick in his mouth.

"Why would Asclepios have to join us?" Tech said pointing out the most concerning part of that interaction.

"My duty is to protect you, it would only be the next natural choice if I have failed and Timeria being... gone, that I have the next person I trust the most to finish my assignment."

"She's not my type," Wrecker shrugged.

"None of you are her type," you laughed.

"Her loss," Crosshair offered rolling the toothpick, "I'm great in bed."

You gave him a small force shove causing him to drop the toothpick, "If you're insinuating you want to sleep around just don't do it in my bed or in my bed when I'm gone, get a new one," you gritted out grabbing the case from Wrecker locking them outside the forge.

"I can say I am glad for once it wasn't I saying something wrong," Tech snickered until he saw the regret on Crosshair's face, "I know you didn't mean the comment like that, I'm do not think she did either... she is... stressed and preoccupied with the task at hand."

"I hope so," he grumbled leaning against the wall sticking another toothpick in his mouth.

You stared at the Beskar bars waiting for the form to come to your mind, Home. You moved around the forge smelting it and adding color smiling as it started to take shape. You held the chest plate in your hands, the Wolffe pack grey with the Bad Batch red down the middle. You set the piece to the side and continued to the shoulder pieces making it grey with a red skull protruding modified with 99 for eyes. The other shoulder the crossed saber and scythe in red finishing the body pieces in grey and red so it stayed uniformed. You stared at the last bars of beskar, now for the hardest part, you thought groaning. You stared into the helmet, the red scar of the eye and 99 over the other with "to war" written on the back. You laid all of the pieces out staring at them as you took off the robe and rolled it up with your book and mask in the middle slowly equipping each piece. The different between life and death is what you wear. I wear my heart. You opened the door finding them all waking up from a nap staring.

"It's perfect," Crosshair said first.

"I know, I made it," you snorted, noticing the expression on his face, "It's okay."

"Mer!" Wrecker said picking you and putting you on his shoulder, "The goddess seat," he chuckled.

"Going straight there?" Hunter finally asked.

"Yeah... I have too." All of them looked at each other in silent agreement, "What are you planning," you said squinting at them.

"Best if you didn't know," Tech offered, already typing out the message to Slick.

"Whatever it is. Don't."

You guys exited the building with one stopping you, you saw Slick still waiting with the shuttle primed to go.

Wrecker took you off his shoulder and took the robes, "Good luck," he said giving you a quick kiss.

They each have you a kiss goodbye especially Echo, he held your face for a moment longer, "Come home," he whispered before heading off to the Marauder. You watched them all walk off, not a single threatening to Slick. Weird.

"Ready?" Slick said after watching their ship take off and get into space.

"You have to ask me if I'm ready to destroy something that poses a risk to my family and all of your brothers?" you laughed, "I was born to be ready, let's go."

BB-001 took the pilots chair and took you up to the ship. You sprint out of the shuttle to look around. "It's better then I dreamed!" You laughed.

"Shame we're blowing it up," Slick chuckled jogging keeping up.

"It is an ugly shade of white," you laughed finally stopped running.

"You picked it!" He chuckled, "Let's head top side so we can get going."

"Lead the way," you followed after him looking at the discreet pods in the wall and the barely visible droids underneath. "REEF!" you said practically tackling the droid knocking him over, "They were able to put you back together!"

"Hello, Duchess. Yes there were able to find all of my parts, almost there are a few new ones and reassembled me."

"Thank you!" You said letting go and hugging Slick before coughing and letting go, "Three of Four of us definitely increases our odds."

"I figured it would. It's seems you and the bantha fodders made up?" He asked.

"You could say that."

"Still don't like those two."

"Sometimes I don't either."

"Think Echo is going to be jealous of Reef? He is the only one you gave a personality too."

"Echo has nothing to worry about," the quick response got an eyebrow raise, "He is mine. Permanently."

"Didn't see that coming," he admitted, "I was actually figuring you'd end up with Wrecker, he was the only one you didn't want to chop into little pieces."

You rolled your eyes plopping down into the large center seat and throwing your legs over the arm of the chair, "Let's go. Sights to see, people to kill, installations to explode."

"Hit it, Reef, let's go make some trouble," Slick said, hopefully that bought them enough time if not oh well. Slick casually checked the message they were on board, smiling. The crap I do for her, she's going to kill me, "I had Tech give your sabers while you were forging and I have some of your... more sultry uniforms on board. Would you prefer to change? We can just leave the armor in the shuttle, it would be... more discreet."

"You're right," you said getting up and wrapping your arm through his, "Lead the way."

"Of course, Duchess," Slick escorted you to one the rooms and already had several outfits laying out, "A few of my favourites," he admitted.

You looked at every outfit remembering when you wore it, you let go of his arm and he backed out of the room and waited outside. You ran your fingers down the red sleeveless body suit with a deep v that went around your neck and the matching single black shoulder cape with chain belt. Last time I wore everything went to plan for once. You opted for that one finding your sabers laid out on a black velvety pillow and a thigh holster with a blaster.

"Absolutely stunning," Slick said the moment you left the room.

"I'm always stunning," you purred.

"Drink?" Reef said offering a glass of water.

"Thank you. Would you be a dear and also get me a drink, it's going to be a long day," you said sipping the drink following Slick back to the main chamber.

"Right away, Duchess."

"Game plan?" He asked, "Or traditional Duchess fashion of hit them hard and blind or knock on the front door blasting?" He smiled.

"Both, we go in and disable the coms and cameras, the commandos will crash down and we'll be inside destroying equipment and get the hell out as it goes up in flames."

"Plan Double Trouble, let's see if goes off without a hitch this time."

"That was not my fault!" Reef said defensively, "I was not properly repaired from the previous deployment. Trying shooting your blaster when your chambers are clogged."

You and Slick looked at each other and busted over laughing to the point of tears, "I missed this," you said looking at the both of them.

"Was it something I said?" Reef asked.

"Slick knows all about shooting with clogged chambers," you started laughing again.

"If I hadn't been made to shoot six times with no reload time it wouldn't have been a problem!" He said defending his bedroom game.

"This conversation has become confusing, I am going to get you another drink."

"Thank you, Reef!" You called as he left.

"I am almost relieved you guys made up because I like feeling my legs when I have to run from people you pissed off."

"Your just upset because I didn't want to share you with that twi'lek girl," you teased.

"I'm glad you didn't, I can barely keep up with your drive," he laughed as Reef came back with a blue drink.

Your eyes focused on it and suddenly you back at the 79's watching the squad leave and then leaving that night calling Wolffe and Cody drunkenly and telling them what happened. Sitting with them for hours crying. You blinked feeling Slick shake you.

"You fainted," Slick said concerned.

"I guess I didn't eat enough," you said while he helped you up.

"I shall prepare food?" Reef asked setting down the tray.

"Please."

Reef stared for a minute before leaving, "You said please," Slick said shocked.

"I don't feel good," you admitted.

"The Night of Regret drink?" He asked looking at the blue, you nodded.

You sat in the chair and rested your head on your hand, "Thank's for dealing with me during that."

"We both needed someone."

"Entering the outer rim," BB-001 said.

You blinked and felt someone... someone's else on board. Your hand flicked to your sabers and Slick's to his blaster. "Someone's on board."

Slick holstered his blaster, "Funny thing... their on board," he said taking a few steps back putting his arms up.

"WHAT!" You yelled.

"Yeah... Wrecker, Hunter, Tech and Crosshair."

You made a sigh of relief when he didn't say Echo, "Where are they?" You said putting your sabers away and crossing your arms.

"By now? Probably in the shuttle waiting," he was already walking after you groaning, but he did get to enjoy the view of your ass in the suit.

You force pulled open the shuttle door glaring at all of them, "Out. Now." you snapped pointing on the ground. You heard Slick take an audible step backward at the harshness in the sweet tone.

They looked reluctant filed got out, you leg swept Crosshair forcing him to his knees and grabbed his ear, "What part of don't and I have to do this don't you understand! You are not suppose to be here," you snapped, "Who's bright idea was this?"

"Aurgh," Crosshair groaned pulling his ear back but remained silent, all of them were trained to remain silent.

You placed your placed your hand back on your hips and held one leg in front of the other subconsciously putting your legs and hips on display, "This is what is going to happen or beg me for mercy," you snipped, "When we get there you are going to stay on the shuttle and stay out of my way as much as I would personal ship you back to the inner rim but there is only one shuttle," you took a deep breath trying to not let the panic show, "You can move about the ship freely since we're going to be were for day or two. Reef can prepare food or you can over in the lounge," you said turning to Slick, "Speaking of which does Reef know there here?"

"Yes, Duchess."

"Unbelievable!" You scoffed, "Lounge, now," you growled, I need a drink, or four.

Slick folded his arm through the one you were extending, "Right this way."

You felt the four of them follow behind you discreetly, "Who's idea was this?" You hissed to Slick who remained silent, "Slick," you switched tactics, "I won't make tonight living hell if you tell me."

"Tech's," he said coughing it under his breath.

"That'a boy, you might get to sleep after all," you purred.

"We all knew we would be dealing with Duchess Death and not our Reaper," Tech said squinting when he heard his named, "However I am not opposed to being mildly tortured."

"Now who's the masochist?" Crosshair poked.

"She is so hot," Wrecker said practically drooling over the outfit.

"Just remember besides my helmet there is no filter," Hunter reminded. If I didn't instinctively associate that red with the Sith, I would ask her to wear that to bed.

"Right sorry."

Reef turned his head noticing you walking in with the guest, "Ah. I was afraid of that. I'll need to make more, I was going to discreetly bring them food later."

"Reef," you purred letting go of Slick getting a little to close to Reef and in his face, "If you ever don't tell me something again, I am going to make sure your guns lock up every fight so you have to repaired every time. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Duchess."

"Any other karking surprises?"

"I bought a loth cat, of course she is at home-" Reef started.

"I mean big ones like that," you said pointed your thumbs back at the squad.

"No, Duchess. That is the only... loth in the bag," his program laughed at the pun.

"At least your finally getting humor I suppose, good boy," you said patting him before making into one of the lounge stools by the tiny bar. At least it wasn't fully stocked or that would have been a waste. You pulled one of the bottles towards you not even bother with a glass and opening it.

"I know that look," Slick whispered sitting next to you, "You're terrified," he said placing his hand on your leg, "Look at me." You took another drink and stared at him, "They risked coming knowing your wraith, what you're capable of and suspected what you'd be capable of knowing their lives are in your hands. I will die for one of them if I have too as I of course would for you but you have to let them come, you're doing this for Echo and we're doing it for our brother. It's only fair."

"I hate it when your right," you groaned taking another drink, "If I single thing looks like it's going to go wrong, you get them out of there. I don't care if you have to blow it with me inside do you understand?"

"Yes, Duchess," he said removing his hand and grabbing the drink from your hands and tossing his head back taking a decent chug, "I loathe the man but you should apologize to Crosshair's ear, it's still red," he said handing it back.

"I told him about plan b if I die, made a comment about Asclepios and being great in bed."

"Never mind he deserved it." He asked extending his hand for the bottle, "Can have Reef hold him down if you need to smack him around some more," he offered joking.

"Tempting, but no," you said handing him the bottle, "You know Hunter can hear everything we're saying."

"At least he'd give four eyes a heads up he's next if he keeps glaring," Slick said flatly.

"Don't mind Tech he's... in his cycle."

"We don't have cycles," Slick his face contorted with confusion as he stared at Tech for a moment, "Did the long neck's splice his DNA with something?"

"No, he's 100% Jango. Tech is.... I don't even know how to describe it. Maybe just stay away from" you said flicking your eyes down, "like anywhere. He's going to be very territorial until tomorrow."

"As much as I don't want to ask...?"

Hunter kicked Tech under the table, "Stop glaring, their's easily 100 commandos on here designed like us don't start any fights."

"His hand was a little to close for comfort," he said sipping the water Reef brought over, "and he was glaring back."

"Actually he was glaring at Crosshair," Hunter muttered, "For the comment earlier. And now their talking about Tech's... monthly predicament and to try not to start any fights."

Tech's mouth flat lined, "I want a drink. Let's just tell everyone that I can't control myself or that I'm not more evolved than an animal. Maybe I should just take a suppressor because everything would go back to normal."

"I am programmed to make a limited selection of drinks due to what's available on the ship, although I don't think you would be accustom to any of them," Reef said handing him another glass of water.

"Something strong, just one don't give me any more."

"Isn't that the drink..." Crosshair said staring at the blue drink Reef set in front of him.

"The Night of Regret, acquired all the way from Coruscant per the Duchess request. I take it you know it."

"Why was it her request?" Crosshair said staring at it.

"As you are the ones it pertains to to I'm not sure-"

"Why and why is called that" Crosshair growled.

"The Night of Regret, while doing her duty she fell in love and they used her tossing her aside afterwards.. leaving her to question her duty and her loyalty. It's a good luck drink, she drinks it and everyone dies, quiet gruesomely. It is the most impressive good luck charm. Anything else?"

"That was more then enough," Hunter said looking at the expression on his brother's faces, "Thank Reef-" he watched Tech slam the drink silently and hand it back. He heard the spike in Tech's heart rate.

"It was my fault," he whispered.

"Our fault," Crosshair corrected.

"No it was not, it was her's. She let duty and her feelings entwine," Reef said, "She has to love you or I would currently be chopping you into tiny pieces for her to burn," Reef added turning and walking back to the food.

"That was creepy," Wrecker said looking at the droid, "Sleeping rotations?" all of his brothers nodded.

"I'm glad Wolffe and you made up," Slick said, "I don't know how you juggle all of them."

"I'll tell you when I figure it out," you scoffed. You looked back at Reef talking to them and groaned at the blue drink on the table and the look on their faces, "I am suddenly in the mood to break things."

"Did I mention I so happened to have a room or two of breakable things for you?" He said standing up offering you his arm, "I think I'll bring this," he said grabbing the bottle, "Have a feeling we're going to need it." Slick took you down the hall to a room perfect for some anger release, "Because I do want to live through the night I'm gonna stay outside, I'll come in the moment you stop screaming."

"You're a great friend, Slick," you admitted taking a swig of the bottle feeling the tingle of rage seething through your hand.

Slick sat prompting himself against the opposite wall incase anything flew into the door. He heard the screaming start and stuff crashing into the wall as she tore it apart. He looked up to the squad running towards him. Slick placed a finger over his lips and shook his head before taking another drink. They stood there listening to her screaming, the blaster fire and things hitting and denting the door. Slick sighed, "She'll be fine, she get's like this time to time. You just have to let her get it out. When she go to sleep if you hear her start screaming, I'll take care of it. Speaking of which..." he said getting up shoing them away from the door as they watched the door crumble inward, "It's one of those days hold this," he scowled handing Hunter the bottle before shooting a hole in the door and climbed in.

"I didn't know it was this bad," Tech muttered, and it looks like there is several other rooms like this based of the markings.

Hunter closed his eyes and listening to her begging to know what she did wrong, if she was making the same mistake and if she would ever fell whole again. "Break the door," he said looking at Wrecker. He watched Wrecker full body swing at the door until it came off.

"Thanks," Slick said putting an arm around you dragging you out of the room, "REEF! Some of that fruit and water!" Getting back to the lounge he slide you into what he called the cool down chair because he could roll it anywhere after you wore yourself out. He kissed the top of your head not caring, "Feel better Duchess?"

Your head fell back on the rest of the chair, "Tired."

"Soothe your throat and then we can go to bed, okay?" He combed your hair back with his fingers, "Reef if you ever serve that drink to them again, I will personally make you less then spare parts."

"I left my sabers-"

"I'll get them, eat and drink," Slick walked off combing his hair back when he felt Crosshair slam him against the wall in the hall, "If you know what's good for you, I would get off of me."

"Don't kiss her again."

"I kissed her head asshole," Slick said shoving him off, "There is nothing between her and I. We're friends nothing more."

"You sure about that?" Crosshair growled.

"We both understand what's it's like to be used by the people we care about most. Now excuse me, I have take care of my friend," Slick scoffed walking off to the room grabbing the sabers off the ground and pressing the button for the clean up droid. He rolled his eyes finding Crosshair glaring at him, "Here," he said clipping the sabers back to the belt, "Feeling better?"

"Yeah, I haven't slept in an orbital or two almost I think."

"Yeah let's go to bed, wheel ya or walk?"

You stood up feeling the exhaustion hit you but you refused to sit back down. Slick folded his arm threw yours not surprised with the audience behind them, he pointed at the room next the room with the double doors. Slick set you on his bed quickly hanging up the outfits and pulling out your night wear. His hands worked to unlace the cape when the door open. He scowled seeing Crosshair glaring. Crosshair picked you up and set you down on the other bed his nimble fingers make quick work of it and the carefully removing the boots. He glared at Slick motioning him to turn around before he took off the body suit slipping the dress over your head. He growled at Slick motioning him to proceed and that they want to talk to him after as he left gnawing roughly on a tooth pick.

"I don't think he was going to do anything," Wrecker said.

"Don't care, that's my job."

"What?" Slick said looking at them.

"Sit," Hunter said, "She's never been like that around us. How... often does that happen?"

"Occasionally, when Reef got rebuilt they missed a couple things apparently. He's not suppose to make that drink before we're getting ready to get our feet on the ground for one."

"It bugs her that much?" Wrecker interrupted.

"Not usually, it's a good luck charm means we're about to have a lot of fun. For two I just think it was seeing him drink it," he said nodding towards Tech who was off in his own world.

"You are all so loud," you whispered, "just get in here so I can get some sleep."

Hunter patted Wrecker and knocked on Tech's head, "Come on we're all be commanded to go to bed we're keeping her up."

"All of you?" Slick asked wide eyed, "Just get out of my way if the nightmare starts."

Hunter stiffly nodded. They all left their gear in neat piles but of course Crosshair left his rifle prompt against the bed. Slick watched as Wrecker became the pillow, Tech and Crosshair cuddled up to each side of her and Hunter laid at the end of the bed keeping first watch. Crosshair tucked his around yours letting it drape over your chest his hand tucking in under your ribs. Your hands pulled on Tech goggles and he took them off. You rested your hand on his face absorbing the regret yawning pulling him closer. Slick raised an eyebrow, so that's how that works, he thought climbing into his own bed thankful he didn't have to share. Crosshair kissed your ear, "love you."

"I am sorry I drank it," Tech said, "I did not realize the effect it would have."

"I think two stim shots, not eating or sleeping would push any one over the edge."

"I should not have-"

"Ner mirdala jag," you whispered, my intelligent man, "Go to sleep."

[sleeplessdreamer123]

why is every single one of your aus is a way to shit on aemond and the green characters?

Not every single one of them, if you read down lower below there are some that shows him in a good light, while some doesn't show all of his character, since most of what I write only have one part, or have parts I'm still in the process of writing. It's just that the majority of stuff I wrote are Lucerys-centered, and some of the things are during war, or reaching them, or after it, or marital problems filled with other problems that makes it go beyond toxic, and during those times, those guys do heinous things, and of course Lucerys cannot read minds, so he interprets what Aemond does as a cruel slight against him. It showcase and focus on Lucerys and his emotions, the little anxious boy who overthinks and has low self-esteem, so of course Aemond wouldn't look good, because in the eyes of Lucerys, who doesn't know the mind of Aemond or his plans or his thoughts or why he's even doing it (they don't talk. They just avoid problems and this is what happens when you avoid instead of talk), Aemond doesn't like him and is doing it because he doesn't care if it hurts him, which, in turn, simply translates to us only seeing that it's hurting Lucerys. It's like listening to one side of a story, most of the time you're going to want to side with the person who shared their pov first, especially if they say why they got hurt in the first place.

Don't worry though, really, I'll try to write during happier times were Aemond can be seen as a better version of himself (I say better, not good).

The second and third aus before the divorce one, oh yes, definitely bashing. Why? Simple, I read a particular set of fanfics, read the perspectives of the greens, didn't like it (so, much, hypocrisy, specifically in Alicent's pov), and took it out in my own writing. Yes, I am very easily influenced by emotions when I write. And also because I am genuinely curious about what would happen if Rhaenyra would deal with Alicent the moment she gave birth to a boy, or if Aemma was alive and she needed to deal with snakes her home, so I wrote my own version, and hope it would inspire someone to write their own version of what could happen in those scenarios (and tell me, so I can read their version too). Those things combined lead to those AU's being created.

Also also, I don't really like the greens as much, in this case, Alicent, as she embodies the hypocritical, judgemental, super-religious righteous, extremely traditional people I have met and had the displeasure of interacting with. One may say it's not their fault for being like that because they were raised to be like that, and I agree, but in the end, they're still like that, and I can't force myself to like her when she's like that.

[cornfields-td-nonsense]

I kinda feel bad for Dante imagine ur crush being suddenly taken to a life-threatening reality tv show cuz her older roommate has no concept of responsibility. not only are u already freaking out but also when she does make it back alive he brings an annoying asshole who despite knowning her WAY less than you have still feels entitled to all her attention. It would start my villain arc

oh yeah for sure. to say that there’s some tension between Art and Dante is like saying I like Ezekiel a little bit.

You’ve got Dante the Chronic Overthinker, who’s already internally combusting trying to figure out whether he and Isla are in a situationship or not - they’re not, Isla’s just a very affectionate person and Dante is unsure how to interpret that (and direct communication is just too easy (sarcasm)).

You’ve got Art “Attachment Issues” Yaccarino, who in the span of a couple months At Most has gone from caring about nothing and no one but himself to literally he would die for isla but he’d rather bash his own face in than admit it, having never experienced any kind of affection before and the appearance of Dante, who’s not only better looking, nicer, friendlier and more sociable than him, but also actually Has Hobbies that he Enjoys and Stuff He’s Passionate About - all of it makes Art just a liiiittle bit clingy towards Isla.

And then there’s Isla himself, in the centre of this pseudo-love triangle but not really reciprocating for either them, just wondering rather frustratedly why it’s so hard for her friends to get along.

(Oh, and speaking of that…)

here, for your daily dose of serotonin - imagine Isla Del Rosario singing this song. Thank you

[timelessstardust99]

I'm bored, so I'm gonna write some Reagan Ridley x Reader [who uses they/them] headcannons. And PS, I'm new to doing headcannon stuff like this, so bare with me lol.

Reagan Ridley/The Gang x NB! Reader

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️: Severe Insomnia, feeling left behind, Self-doubt,and Philophobia [the fear of love or becoming emotionally connected with another person]

○ Hurt/Comfort ○

◇

When Reagan had first met you, you both were were always arguing or always throwing insult after insult towards each other.

No on inside of Cognito Inc. Knew exactly why the two of you hated each other so much, but they got used to the bickering that they considered it normal.

You acted like parental figure a lot of the times, considering you were the oldest out of your siblings, so when one of your friends get hurt [especially Brett] you kind of go into parental mode and try to baby them [even if they're all adults and can take care of themselves].

As times goes on for you and Reagan, you start to develop a little crush on her without the knowledge of yourself knowing that you had gained one, since you've never gained any sort of crush on anyone in your life.

You had started to distant yourself from Reagan, and barely made any comments to her rude remarks towards you, which she considered weird and started to overthink about a lot of things about your relationship between each other.

Reagan was actually happy for once in her life. Even though you and her "hate" each other, she spoke about you highly to the gang, which didn't come to a surprise to any of them because of how much you two seemed to act like enemies to friends without knowing it.

It took her a while to realize you were avoiding her, because now she hardly saw you, even the Gang hardly saw you, which was out of the character for you, since you loved spending time with them [The closest thing you got to a real family].

One of the times the gang and Reagan actually saw you in person again was shocking, you looked like you haven't slept in days, probably weeks, and you were sluggish and barely noticed anyone around you. Your hair was a mess and your eye bags were worse than Reagans, and that's saying something.

All in all, your friends where very worried about you, even if it was hard to show their worry.

One late night, Reagan had been overworking herself in her lab again, she was tired but needed to get all of this done before the week ends. Upon going to get her some more coffee, she heard what sounds like frustrating sobs and objects being thrown. It came from your office.

Once entered, she had to duck because of a gadget you made came flying towards her.

"That son of a bitch! I'm going to kill him!" You had screamed, hitting some beakers on a near by table with a bat. Reagan was a little bit more than worried for you.

She had stood up and slowly walked towards you, but stopped once you started bashing one of the projects you had been working on for months. It was a robot, one that you bragged about the first few weeks here.

You suddenly stopped, your frustrated cries turned into heavy and wet sobs as you dropped the bat and hugged the dented robot around the waist, sobbing into its chest, apologizing for ruining its casing.

Reagan didn't know how to comfort, so she did the next best thing.

"You want some of my coffee?" Okay, so it wasn't the best thing, but how was she supposed to help them in such an emotional state? It was hard.

You heard her and stopped crying before you choked out a chuckle.

"I'm throwing a tantrum and you asked if I wanted some coffee. Damn Reagan Ridley, already trying to burrow deeper in my heart, huh?" You had then slid down on the floor, your arms around the robots legs now as you rested your warm forehead against the cool metal.

Reagan's face all of the suddenly felt warm. She wasn't expecting that, not from you.

"You can go and tell the gang that big bad Y/N is a cry baby, I know you want some leverage over me Reagan, nows the time to do it." You had turned your head and gave her a look she never seen before, one of exhaustion and fear. Reagan was going to figure out what happened to you, and why you wanted her to tell everyone you were a cry baby. No one would really care though, they all care for you, even if the won't admit it, maybe Brett will.

"Why?" She had asked, you looked up confused, "why are you so different now Y/N?" You gave her a small smile, and gestured for her to kneel. She did.

"Because, who would want me as their friend? I went my whole life being left behind, my parents where the only ones to actually get me and helped me through everything. The only other person who didn't leave me behind was my partner, but guess what, they left me as well, for someone whose way more put together then I am." Reagan felt her heart squeeze. "I don't even know what real love is? I can't even connect with the person I "love"." You said, dragging your hand through your hair, tears cascading down your face, you were starting to sob again.

Reagan had set her cold coffee down and went to her knees in front of you, you were to busy whipping your eyes to notice she had gotten close to you. You felt a hand on your shoulder, you looked up and saw her smile at you. The tired smile you had always dreamed of pointed towards you.

"I'm not going anywhere, and neither is the gang." Reagan's pledge to you caused the water works to continue as you leaned your head onto her shoulder and sobbed into her lose embrace. She was the only one that could ever burrow so far deep into your heart. And you could never complain about it. You loved her, even if you couldn't admit it.

[scenefox2003]

“Can I call you dad?”

Aka I found out that “master” can mean the same thing as prince/princess and I’m losing my shit

Andrias lounged contentedly in his throne, leafing through yet another book that could give some answers on the stones or the three temples. He wasn’t finding much, but he enjoyed reading, so it didn’t bother him.

“King Andrias?” A voice called from the end of the room, interrupting his reading. But he didn’t mind, he recognized the voice immediately and smiled.

“Master Marcy! Come in, come in!”

Marcy was peeking her head through the massive doorway, as she always did when she asked to come in. Andrias loved it when she did that, it made her look comically tiny. But even from afar, something seemed off about her. Her expression was less curious and more… nervous. This was made even more apparent when she walked into the room. She usually ran down the hallway eagerly to greet him, but now she walked slowly, almost hesitantly, pulling her cape tighter around herself and wringing the fabric in her hands. Andrias had come to recognize that as a sort of nervous stim of hers, something she did to soothe herself.

Once she’d reached the throne, Andrias picked her up by her cape and sat her on his knee, their usual configuration for conversations.

“It’s good to see you! Things have been so busy recently, hm?”

Marcy nodded, not making eye contact. Of course, this was normal for her, but it seemed more significant this time. Andrias frowned.

“Are you alright?” He asked, concerned. “You seem worried about something.”

Marcy pulled her cape even tighter, and hunched her shoulders.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just… have a question, that’s all.”

“Okay then, shoot!”

Marcy didn’t match his lighthearted attitude.

“This is dumb,” she laughed nervously. “I’m probably just overthinking things, but uh… I was reading up on Newtopian royalty and traditions and stuff like that, and uh… you know how you call me Master Marcy?” Andrias nodded. “Well apparently the ‘Master’ title is for the king’s child… and I was wondering if that meant… anything…” Marcy pulled her hood over her head, hiding her face. “Like I said, it’s dumb! I’m probably just being stupid and making things awkward like I always do, but-“

Andrias smiled, and gently pulled Marcy’s hood back down.

“You could never be stupid, Marcy,” he said kindly, rubbing her head with his finger. “And nothing is awkward. You’re all good.” He paused for a second, trying to figure out what to say next. He was admittedly a little bashful that Marcy had found that out. “And… yes, that is what that title means, you are correct. If you don’t like it, I can stop calling you that-“

“No!” Marcy immediately shouted, pulling the edge of his sleeve. She quickly let go, embarrassed. “I like it, a lot, actually. it’s funny, I-“ her voice cracked, and she tried desperately to hold back tears. “This is weird, I shouldn’t be telling you this but…” she squeezed her eyes shut, and a tear rolled down her nose. Andrias gasped softly, taken aback.

“Marcy, Marcy… Don’t cry…” she let out a sob, and Andrias placed a massive, comforting hand on her back. “Oh sweetheart… you can tell me anything, you know that? I won’t judge you.”

Marcy tensed and hunched her shoulders, then spilled her guts out.

“I just… sometimes, I wish you were my dad instead of my real dad, and I think about what it would be like if I was born here and if things would’ve been better, and I daydream about it a lot, and it feels so stupid and wrong but I-”

“Shhhhhh,” he cooed, “it’s alright, you’re alright. You don’t need to be ashamed of any of that. I’m glad you told me.”

“You are?”

“Mhm. I’m honored you think so highly of me.”

“Well, it’s not like my father set the bar very high…” Andrias let out a hearty laugh at that, nearly bouncing her off his knee. “…but yeah, I really do,” she finished. “Would it- um… would it be okay if I called you dad?” She asked shyly, wrapping her cape around herself again. Andrias smiled.

“You can call me whatever you’d like.”

Marcy smiled, and Andrias did his best to wipe her tears away.

“Now, no more tears. Why don’t we go grab Yunan and Olivia and play a game of lawn darts?”

“Aren’t they working?”

“I’m their boss, they’re only working when I say they’re working.” Marcy giggled, and Andrias grinned and lifted her onto his shoulder. “Now come on, Master Marcy! Let's go have some fun.”

[mcyt-peach]

Haha also not me thinking about hand holding 🙈 like how would they hold hands with the reader when they start dating (would they interweave their fingers, do the pinkie hand holding, etc🙊 or would they be still embarrassed to hold hands)

You can choose who to write this for (but my main idea was for dream, sapnap, Wilbur or Sam 🙈💗 )

Thank you peach my beloved 🤍

Yours, 🎧anon

nervous hand holding with sapnap, wilbur and sam

⋆｡˚ summary: your sweet boyfriend can't help but get a bit bashful over the smallest things, this time it's holding hands

⋆｡˚ including: cc!sapnap, cc!wilbur and cc!sam

⋆｡˚ warnings: reader uses they/them pronouns

⋆｡˚ note: ahhh I feel so bad that I'm so backlogged on all my requests sorry for taking so long my beloved but I absolutely love this idea I hope I did well enough <3

Sapnap

for all the loudmouthing he does, Sapnap’s ultimately cautious when it comes to new relationships

physical touch isn’t necessarily the love language he’s most used to, not that he doesn’t want to be as close to you as possible, but he doesn’t want to mess anything up

he just needs a little guidance, which leads to situations like this

“Dude, you’re totally overthinking it!” Karl’s arms fly around the screen impatiently, having been coaching his best friend on how to initiate affection over discord

“But what if they think my hands are sweaty or I have to let go and then they don’t reach for my hand again?” Sapnap can’t help but focus on every worst possible scenario

“It’s just hand holding! You’re not getting married.” Karl ignores the way Sapnap blushes at such a throwaway comment, clearly head over heels for you

after another few minutes of going back and forth, Karl gives up and signs off, sending Sapnap on a mission to get out of his head before your next date together

it didn’t work, seeing as he was nearly an hour into the coffee date and had yet to even think about holding it

you were babbling on about your week, looking out the cafe’s windows, but Sapnap was staring at the way your pinkie was inching closer to a spot of coffee on the table

for once, he was able to stop thinking and placed his hand over yours to move it away from the spill

he was surprised to see you were even more bashful than him at the action, smiling to yourself and averting your eyes from where Sap’s fingers swiped against your knuckles

God, he was gonna have to thank Karl for this

Wilbur

Wilbur was a little shit and everybody knows it

he doesn’t get nervous when it comes to showing his love through touch

if anything, he likes it best when you get nervous and will actively try to fluster you with his affection

but everyone has their moments and Wil is no exception

every so often, he finds himself out and about with you, but unable to reach for your hand like he’s so used to

your once bold boyfriend sits beside you at a popular restaurant with your friends, trying to find a way to express just how much he wants to be near you without making a fool out of himself

to a stranger, he wouldn’t look like your boyfriend at all and that’s what makes him even more nervous to actually hold your hand

halfway through one of Phil’s stories, you can feel the tips of Wil’s fingers brushing the skin a few inches above your wrist

a miscalculation that has his face burning up and his hand reaching to cover his cheek in a way he can only hope looks natural

it doesn’t and he knows it, which is why the tips of his ears tint red and he can’t look at you when you turn to face him

slowly but surely, his fingertips trace down to your palm and hook into yours

you catch Kristin’s knowing stare from where she sits beside Phil, despite the tablecloth covering your intertwined fingers

now you’re the one covering your flushed face with your hand, hiding the dopey smile you’ve got

Sam

at heart Sam’s a gentleman, the beliefs he was raised with bleed into every little action he takes

that’s why for your first few dates Sam bought you the freshest bouquet he could find with the sweetest card he could write

somewhere deep in his subconscious, he had figured if your hands were busy holding something else, it would take all the pressure off him to actually hold your hands

but he wants nothing more than to take your hands into his, large, warm, ones and make you understand how much he feels but can really say

so he tries, he really does

he nearly gets it a few times, but it’s so gentle, so fleeting that you think it’s an accident

a step too close, an off-kilter tap of his knuckles against yours as you walk side by side

so many times, he resigns himself to shoving his hands in the pockets of his blue jeans, removing the option of holding hands entirely, just to save himself from any possible rejection

but one warm spring morning and you’re begging him to go to the farmers market with you

always willing to join you, he tags along, almost losing you in the crowd

but he spots your hand reaching out for him and musters up just enough courage to curl his pinkie around your own

the crowd eventually disperses, though he never seems to let go, not too brave to fully hold your hand, but loving the way you hang on as well

[lake-archive]

Gifts

Disclaimer! While I wrote this and many other Izumi/OC oneshots to be able to be understood in a vacuum, I recommend reading Alte Liebe Rostet Nicht for further context!

Fandom: Ensemble Stars

Characters: Izumi Sena, Original Character, Original Non-Human Male Character (mentioned)

Words: 824

Summary: Gifts are not something to be picked lightly. Thus Izumi puts lots of thoughts into picking one... To the point he is overthinking it.

Picking out presents is never an easy task, especially not for Izumi. Though it was an utter pain to pick out the correct one, to say the least. Especially since so much had changed. Sometimes the mindset of a kid is easier, he would have a better idea then what to pick out. But now? How was he supposed to guess what Patch would like!? No, scratch that. That was an easy one – Tuna, meat, drawing, friends and ‘fyamily’. But anyone could give that. He had to think of something unique, something no one else would think of gifting the little cat. Something only Izumi would think of gifting Patch! It had to be perfect! Especially since he missed out on too many years to count and could just now think of properly giving Patch a present for his birthday. He just didn’t want to be outdone by Kuma–Kun, someone the kitty is spending an awful lot of time with after all. It irked him somewhat. This is not a competition, sure, but he had to try his damn hardest here! He wanted to consult the next best person he could probably consult in this matter… And that was exactly what he had done at the next best opportunity!

Then again, all Izumi did was confuse Ann, her looking at him with a rather confused expression on her own face. Maybe because she was a little overwhelmed, to say the least, or had not expected such a question in any capacity. Either option was completely possible. To be fair, he had opened it literally out of nowhere which would probably make anyone just stare at him for a few seconds and repeat words of the previous sentence, at least the most essential ones. And he only nodded at that. 

“Yes, a present. His birthday is soon, isn’t it?” He explained, trying perhaps a little too hard to justify it. 

“Uhm… Next month.” She responded. “So no rush…. Right?”

“Tch. Sure, it’s next month but I don’t want to be stuck with preparations at the last minute!” He argued, not accepting this as an answer. “I’m running out of time if you’re asking me!”

“You… Worry too much…”

“Worry too much!? I can’t just pick something willy nilly!”

“Ah— True but… Nyeli is going to be happy with only just—”

“I get it, Patch can be almost too easy to please sometimes. Not a bad thing but it’d feel wrong to give him something anyone would think of within the span of a moment.” Izumi sighed. He knew it all too well. Patch would be happy with a mere moving fish toy to tackle. Or a basket to climb into. Or just a special dish. But the first two are things anyone might be able to hand out, the last wouldn’t last for a lifetime. Ugh, maybe Izumi was just thinking about it too hard, way too hard even. But then again, no backing out now, was there? He couldn’t just resort to something half assed! It’d feel wrong!

“Something unique, right?” Ann asked after a moment of silence, sounding rather timid for a short moment, looking as if she just remembered something. 

“Yeah, something like that.” He agreed, though stating the obvious all the same. Izumi was just too frustrated to be annoyed right now.

“Then… Why no knitting?”

“Knitting? Are you se—” Yet he paused because the moment it kicked in he was not believing it himself. In fact, he was so close to bashing his very own head in here! Knitting something! Agh, how did he not think of this!? So annoying! “You… Are onto something…”

“Ah, just remembered!” She insisted. “I mean… You can knit Izuzu. So… Maybe something.”

“N… Not a bad thought, go on.” He said, trying not to look too embarrassed. This was an idea he could have gotten on his own to be honest!

“Something for colder times! Yeah!”

“You mean something to wear during autumn and winter?” Yeah, that was the simplest thought he should have had. Goddamnit… “It’d be special and practical. You can never have enough to be prepared for winter.”

“Yes! Exactly!” Ann nodded, seeming to agree. They were on the same wavelength here. 

“But with work I won’t be able to finish an entire set until next month…”

“I think only one clothes piece is fine…” 

“Hah, right… I’ll think of something and get started right away then. The sooner the better.” Yeah, he can even refine the details and make it perfect! “Uhm… Thanks… I guess.”

“Ah, no problem! You asked, right? Oh, you need measurements too!”

“Ah— Right, there goes the surprise…”

“It’s fine! I got some! My Mom had sewn Nyeli’s clothes! I text her and report back!”

“You don’t have to. Your input was already—”

“Too bad, I insist now~”

“Ah— Ok ok fine. Yeesh…” He’s going to owe Ann big time for this, he can already tell…

[salsflore]

random f/o + ship thoughts

help. get me out of this hell!!!!

alhaitham

not averse to touch, but its not his main way of expressing affection. prefers acts of service and quality time over anything else.

leaves her notes when he’s gone. simple things like “don’t forget to bring your jacket before you leave.” or “i’ll be back late, no need to wait up for me.”

has a consistent, healthy bedtime routine somehow?? will often remind her to go to bed just so she doesn’t stay up too late. (she does anyways)

realistically i don’t think we’d have many hobbies in common, so they’d probably co-exist in silence and do their own thing instead ...

surprisingly amazing at helping her deal with her overthinking or #issues because hes just so... logical. shes like "ohgh...shjsk...." and hes like "No." and shes like "ok thanks i am cured now"

he runs colder so they use different blankets + neither fully likes or dislikes cuddling to bed, but enjoys some space. will let her hug onto him anyways, though

mika’s experimental-breakfast victim. rip

random but probably the type to change his icon once and then never again. would leave his profile(s) blank. loser

childe

heavily prefers calling over texting. likes to send her silly voice messages to update her of whatever he’s doing right now ++ pictures of the stuff he finds interesting

after a long day at work or while trying to sleep, he’ll cling to her. calls it his way of recharging. she is forced to deal with it, unfortunately ...

likes to brag to her about random stuff, even the most mundane of things. like "yup. i got the last one before they ran out of stock! i’m so cool.."

often got scolded for returning home bloody/injured or something. he’ll brush it off sometimes and be like “umm ?? but its not MY blood, therefore-” but he’s careful about it now, lest he upset her (again)

enjoys having matching household items with her, e.g slippers or toothbrushes??? likes to buy useless household products

sort of annoying about being married. very much a “my wife” kind of guy

diluc

initially very hesitant about showing his scars to her. enough so that he wouldn’t even take his gloves off. she’d be like “haha hey you can remove them!” and he’d be like “haha! no. i would rather die btw” but he gets there eventually okay!!

i think i mentioned this before already but after the tavern closes she’d pop in to keep him company + help out as he cleans and makes preparations for the next day.

god... probably has a picture of me in a locket like a loser...

sends home gifts whenever he’s away for work. like a bouquet of flowers or something. or 5,000 cats

will let her try out new hairstyles on his hair + she helps him brush through it after a shower.

he doesn’t fully get her sense of humor but will play along with it just to appease her.

zhongli

similar to childe in the sense that he’s also a “my wife” guy. a little more subtle though. he doesn’t do it intentionally and gets bashful when confronted

is an adeptus, so he doesn’t rlly require sleep? only started having a regular sleeping schedule bc of her.

often asked to help remind her of stuff. he has excellent memory so might as well. he does it everytime without fail :3

touchstarved and very much enjoys being held. would rather die than admit it, however.

painfully dense. everytime she tries to jokingly flirt with him or something it just goes riight over his head...

has a whole collection of valuable shinies because. you know. silly dragon...

like childe, sends updates w/ photos during the day (but he’s awful at taking photos. reminds me of a certain cat-loving heir..)